I'm so out of the Harry Potter fandom and so back in the South Park fandom again ;_; But this is better than the last assignment for sure...^^'
Written for the Hogwarts Assignment 12: Muggle History task 1 – Write about someone getting drunk before the age of seventeen.
Word count: 448
Both Weasley twins sat together, next to them three bottles of whiskey, two glasses and a pack of cigarettes. They were never drunk before nor did they smoke cigarettes but since they heard Harry talking about his uncle smoking some strange cigarettes they wanted to try it, too.
"So, dear brother...this may be one of our most stupid ideas."
Fred opened the pack of cigarettes and took one cancer stick out, inspecting it closer. He saw some people smoking before so he knew how it worked. George filled the glasses and took a cigarette out of the pack.
"Yes, it is one of our most stupid ideas but I'm sure that it'll all work out."
They linked their arms together and began to drink the glass in one gulp. The first glass burnt in their throats and was disgusting. They coughed and put the glass down before refilling it. Fred and George never drank whiskey or something similar before, only butterbeer and this was not even close to liquor.
"Disgusting." – "Horrible."
The twins looked at each other but smirked, linked their arms together and drank the second glass. It got better with every glass they drank until the first bottle was empty and half of the cigarettes were empty. After the half of the second bottle they were already laughing because of everything they saw, even if it was just some casual word they said.
"Hey, Georgie...?"
Fred turned his head and looked at his brother who was next to him, lying on the floor and barely awake.
"Hmm...?"
"We will be together until the end, right...?"
George was surprised to hear it and opened his eyes to look at his twin to see if he heard right since the alcohol had a great influence on their language.
"Of course...why not?"
Fred began to sob and hugged his twin. He was surprised at the sudden movement but wrapped his arms around his beloved twin. It was the alcohol that turned him into a crybaby. They sat like this for about ten minutes before George poked his twin to see if he was still awake. He just got a snoring and a murmur in return. The five minutes older twin chuckled and summoned a blanket to wrap it around his brother. Normally it was hard not to wake him up but the alcohol caused Fred to sleep peacefully. It took a few minutes until both were comfortable. He did not know what caused his brother to have such thoughts. Sure, they were drunk but there had to be some kind of a trigger for him. He pressed a kiss on Freds forehead before he went back to sleep.