Just two Slytherins and a Hufflepuff sitting at the Astronomy tower, being completely useless teenagers that drank until their brains went fuzzy. The memory was distant and clouded in her mind from her time back at Hogwarts, but she could definitely remember it had been the three of them together. After her seventh glass of fire whisky, her head started to spin, and she felt giddy on the inside. Her chest was warm, and each time the liquid hit her throat. It would burn in delight, eager for more.