I sipped my glass of wine again, trying to drink as little as I possibly could. Wine, after all, can stain your teeth. I wished champagne had been an option, but in their typical style the Headmasters had apparently judged it as containing too little alcohol. Certain people (I was NOT thinking of a particular redhead) seemed intent on getting drunk as quickly as humanly possible, while other people, such as Set and Zenery, hardly seemed to be drinking anything at all. Gareth had disappeared somewhere, as usual. By this point I was beginning to wonder if he was actually a student here, or just a figment of my imagination. Lisse was sitting as far away from everyone else as she possibly could with a glass of something that I was fairly sure had an illegally high alcohol content. Luckily, she was more intent on directing murderous glances at Nico (probably for the nickname he had given her) than actually drinking it- I REALLY didn’t want to see a drunk Lisse, and I’m fairly sure everyone else shared my sentiments. I wasn’t really paying attention to Zenery’s conversation with Larimar, though I did catch the names ‘Caleb’ and ‘Amber’ several times. The two in question were flirting quite obviously, but that was a given, considering how they had been behaving in classes for the last few days. Zenery was chatting with Set when Larimar suddenly sprang up from her seat and loudly proposed a drinking contest to the room at large. Lisse looked scornfully at her and remained seated, but after a few moments Briar and Nico shrugged and joined her. I carefully brushed the dirt off of my clothing and walked over to her, stepping over the bottles that had mysteriously migrated to the floor. Illia skipped over, followed a moment later by Tyron. Zenery firmly gripped a reluctant Set by the arm and dragged him along. Amber and Caleb were, however, apparently too involved with each other to even notice. Gathering my hair into a ponytail with one hand, I fanned my face.
“Who’s going to start?”
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