There was no doubt about it; Theodore was an alcoholic. Years of abuse from the cursed bottle's contents had left his cheeks permanently rosy and his mind dull-witted. He knew drying out would be a painful process and he had no intention of ever going through it. He was determined to stay drunk until he died.
How did he become this way? Why did no one help him? Did Theodore really care?
Theodore had lost everything in the war. His home, his name, anyone he thought to be an ally. Who would care for such a sniveling boy that was judged to be just like his father? No one, clearly, because he was always looking at the dreary wall of the hotel room he was currently residing in.
No, Theodore didn't care. He had stopped caring a long time ago, when the last of his former life was stripped away from him by the Ministry.
There wasn't a second thought for Theodore; oh no, no one thought that he could have turned his life around and did good instead of following evil.
They even let Draco Malfoy have a second chance in life, but Theodore was left hung out to dry.
That is when he stopped caring; he even stopped caring about blood purity. It was clear that he would be of the same status that he thought them to be. The only thing that was remotely close to special in his life was the stemless wine glass that was full of the liquid that numbed the ache of his pain.
Theodore gripped the glass and stared at it. This time it contained a golden glow that would make him feel warm before the numbing occured.
He liked that, the lack of feeling his body produced after drinking drop after drop of any alcohol he could muster.
And he would never stop.
Theodore would continue to leave his hotel room, secured by him working on the side for the owner. He would then go to the muggle store and examine the drinks with more kick to them.
All of the delicious designs, much more diverse than Firewhiskey. After he purchased the one he wanted, Theodore would go back to his room, grab his trusty wine glass, and pour the drink in it.
He would then drink, and drink, until he could no longer feel. Theodore wouldn't stop there; he would keep going.
He was determined to see the bottles empty, drop after drop.
And he would never stop.
A/N: Written for HSWW and The Houses Competition
(THC) House: Hufflepuff; Year: Year 2 Stand In; Category: Drabble; Prompt: [object] stemless wine glass
(HSWW) Assignment #3 Mythology task: write about an alcoholic
Word Count: 418
Warnings: mentions of alcohol abuse