I don't own any of this, sadly
A is for Alcohol
Scorpius walked into Albus' room just as Rose tipped the red solo cup backwards and the liquid inside poured down her throat.
"This liquid is foul and it makes my throat burn horribly," she spluttered, but the liquid was already inside of her and coughing would do nothing to heal the odd feeling in the back of her mouth.
"I can't believe you got her to finally try alcohol," Scorpius said to Al, smiling at Rose, who wrinkled her nose in distaste.
"Hardly," Al said between laughs. "It's ginger ale."