A/N- Relatively short chapter but it's pretty interesting. Haven't proof read it. So don't mind the mistakes. Let me know what you think!

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"Woo!"

The Gryffindor common room was abuzz with frenzied dancing and hopping about. It was a little past eleven and everyone below fourth year had been sent off to their dorms by the Prefects.

Tori had just returned from her patrol and was surprised to be dragged into the common room by the twins. They had identically wicked grins on their faces and she looked at them slightly warily.

"A little birdie told us- "

"- that you were part of the reason we managed that spectacular win today."

"Yeah. Apparently, our dear Oliver had a little help strategizing last night."

"And word has it, that he got it from our very own Head Girl."

"Sly minx, aren't you McCaul?"

"A closet Quidditch whizz. Who would've thought?"

They kept alternating and Tori found herself in the midst of a very happy and extremely buzzed group of Gryffindors.

"To our secret strategist!"

"And spectacular Head Girl!"

"Tori McCaul!"

She was handed a red cup by Fred and saw that everyone around her also had the same thing in their hands.

"Tori! Tori! Tori!"

She rolled her eyes and chugged the liquid expecting some refreshing butterbeer. The strong stinging sensation in her throat told her otherwise. She coughed slightly and glared at the twins.

"That was spiked!"

"Never!" said Fred.

"100% Firewhiskey, we'd never tamper with that!" added George with mock horror.

Tori groaned and smacked them on the backs of their heads. Honestly, such troublemakers.

Alex took a single shot of Firewhiskey and grimaced as it coursed down her throat. She loved the feeling afterwards and she felt like she deserved it today. It had been a terrible month of assignments and grueling classes. She hadn't had the chance to even talk to her friends properly because of that. She looked around for Tori, hoping she hadn't left after her signature swig of butterbeer.

She saw the twins handing out rather large and extremely potent shots to Wood and his face becoming redder and happier as the alcohol in his system increased exponentially. What did Tori see in this guy?

Speaking of which, where was she?

Alex surveyed the room for signs of straight, black hair and a restrained reprimanding tone.

Instead she saw something she had only seen once in her life.

Tori was standing on the window seat with a red cup in her right hand and wand in her left, shirt untucked, tie loosened and devilish smirk lining her lips.

Fuck. She was drunk.

"Which one of you gits gave Tori Firewhiskey?"

Fred and George recoiled slightly at the threat lining her voice.

"I think one of us might have given her a cup when she came in, but she's been drinking it herself ever since."

"Shit. Tori gets unbelievably high on Firewhiskey and you have no idea how she gets when she's high."

"Really now?" said Fred, eyes lighting up.

"Do enlighten us, dear lady," added George with an identical gleam.

"Ugh. I can't even begin to explain. She's only ever gotten piss drunk once. And she- well, she does that," said Alex, pointing towards her best friend.

Tori had conjured some kind of trampoline with cushions on the side and was currently jumping up and down while screaming her lungs out.

A few sixth year boys had gathered around and were sniggering at her. Some of them were loud enough to reach Tori's ear and Alex could swear she saw the smirk widen slightly.

Almost instantaneously the four boys were hanging from their ankles. After a few screams, they landed with a thud on the floor. Before they got a chance to recover, four bottles of butterbeer came whizzing by and the corks popped right in their faces. It was almost easy to predict that they were soaked in the liquid the next moment.

Tori jumped off the trampoline with surprising grace and emptied the cup in her hand.

"Not so loudly next time, you wankers."

A couple of people rushed to the boys and shot disgusted looks at Tori. They helped them up to their feet and tried to clean the butterbeer off.

"Don't bother. There's a Repelling Charm on them. You won't be able to clean those fuckers anytime soon," she finished with a smirk.

Fred and George watched in awe as the Head Girl twirled around the common room, shooting hexes and jinxes without abandon at whomever she pleased. Pretty soon, people were glancing warily around themselves, wondering if Peeves had somehow gotten into the common room.

"So, when she gets high-?"

"-she loses all her inhibitions. But with that, she loses any restriction on her magic. Her nonverbal spells are fucking fantastic and her mouth has absolutely no filter," finished Alex with a sigh. But there was a ghost of a smile on her face. She quite enjoyed seeing this side of Tori. It was hella entertaining.

"Tori's quite something," said Katie in awe.

"She's bloody brilliant!" said Angelina, nodding her head wisely.

"And fucking fit!" whistled Alicia.

"You're also forgetting that she's piss drunk," said Alex with a grin.

"Which makes every bit even more amazing!" said Fred.

"Ruddy amazing Head Girl and we didn't even know it," George sighed and shook his head.

"What's that about not knowing something?"

Everyone turned around on hearing a thick Scottish drawl. Oliver Wood was standing behind them with his hair sticking out at ends and a lopsided grin on his face.

"Oliver! So good to see you!"

"You look fantastic!"

"Spiffing, actually!"

"I feel brilliant! Where's Tori?"

Before anyone could answer, there came a noise from the trampoline and a soft thud next to Oliver.

"Did somebody call? Oliver Fucking Wood. What's with your name?" she said while sending a particularly rowdy fifth year hurtling backwards, " You're like a walking innuendo!" with another flick three seventh years had a carpet pulled from under their feet.

"Is that a fact, McCaul? From what I can gather, you're a walking terror," he grinned at her, his eyes glistening from the haze of alcohol.

"Fucking sloshed wankers. If I weren't Head Girl, they'd be hanging upside down with Snape embroidered on their knickers," a few more flicks and more chaos ensued.

"That's pretty fantastic, McCaul. Your nonverbal spells are spectacular," he said with an impressed look on his face.

"Not bad yourself, Woody. I saw you stop those sixth year girls from spiking Katie's drink. You let everyone underestimate you, you smooth fuck."

He seemed to be caught off-guard by her last comment but quickly recovered. His grin was even more lopsided but his eyes were glinting mischievously.

"What are you going to do about it, McCaul?" he drawled in a challenging way.

"I think," she said, pulling him by his tie and bringing him closer, "we should use our combined skills to outprank those fucking Firewhiskey dealers."

Oliver was blank for a few seconds, his brain struggling to take in her close proximity. Her hair had grown since September and now fell in messy steps around her shoulder. Her black eyes held a slight tinge of brown and she smelt deliciously of Firewhiskey and chocolate.

"Alcohol messed with your hearing? Fucking hell. I thought you knew how to hold your drink. Guess you're another sodding wanker," she said and turned around. He seemed to snap out of his trance and caught her arm, swiveling her around to face him. His smirk was back and he leaned in towards her with gleaming brown eyes.

"Never too sloshed to teach my lovely Beaters a lesson. What do you have in mind, love?"

She grinned and whispered something in his ear. He was about to burst out laughing but she quickly covered his mouth with her right hand and stuck her wand at his neck.

"You fuck this up and innuendos won't be your problem anymore, Woody," she said in a deathly calm voice.

He gulped and nodded his head. Bloody hell, this woman was a fucking menace with alcohol.

"Fred, does something feel off?"

"Some mischief's being managed."

"Without us." They chorused.

They didn't get very far before a chilling wave went up their spines. Shuddering briefly, they glanced around to see if any pranks were taking place without their knowledge.

"Weasleys, fancy a drink? This is the last batch. Managed to nick some for my prized Beaters," Wood said with a huge grin plastered on his face.

They looked at each other but took the cups nonetheless. Chugging it down, they coughed at the strong aftertaste.

"Ugh. Last batches always are the worst."

"Should've asked Alicia to keep some aside for us."

Oliver grinned at them some more and then walked off abruptly.

"What's gotten into Wood?" asked George.

"Reckon he's having some questionable thoughts about our Head Girl."

"They looked pretty cozy together back there."

"Our two beloved tyrants, making love and not war," finished Fred with a sigh.

Angelina and Alicia ran up to them and stopped suddenly.

"Alicia, have we had too much to drink?"

"I can't think of any other reason for this."

The twins looked at their puzzled expressions and decided that this opportunity was too good to miss.

"What's wrong girls? Tired of chasing us around?"

"Yeah. Perhaps you should stop beating about the bush and say it straight."

They both shrieked and pulled out their wands. The twins were almost immediately knocked off their feet by Disarming Spells.

"Oi! What the bloody hell was that for?"

"Since when do you two not understand a joke?"

"Fucking hell! What's going on?"

The four of them turned around and saw Alex with a horrified expression on her face.

"Alex, look at them! I can't understand what's happened!" shrieked Angelina.

"Have you heard their bloody voices?!" added Alicia agitatedly.

"This is bad," murmured Alex to herself.

"Will somebody tell us what the bloody hell is going on?" the twins shouted together.

Alicia fished out a mirror from somewhere and held it in front of their faces.

"What? I don't understand what you lot are shrieking about."

"Yeah. And why the hell did you knock me and Fred over?"

"You can't see it?" asked Angelina incredulously.

"SEE WHAT?"

Alex pinched the bridge of her nose. Honestly, these boys deserved it. They shouldn't have given Tori Firewhiskey in the first place.

"Weasleys, you currently look like your older brother, Percy. In fact, you both sound like him as well. And to make matters worse, there's an additional Charm that's been placed on both of you so you can't see any change."

"WHAT?"

Chaos ensued and Alex decided to head back to her dorm. No doubt Tori would be sober in the morning and help the boys change back.

Fucking low capacity drinkers.

"That was brilliant, McCaul! Did you see their faces?"

Tori leaned against the desk and laughed some more. They had snuck out of the common room after Fred and George had gone berserk and sought refuge in the Transfiguration classroom.

"Where'd you learn those spells? I've never heard of them before?" Oliver asked curiously.

She walked closer to him, the alcohol still buzzing through her system. Leaning into his ear, she placed one hand on his shoulder and whispered, "your mom."

Oliver sat stunned for a minute before bursting into boyish giggles. Tori was insanely funny in the strangest ways and she was currently slumped against the wall, clutching her sides in laughter.

"You're fucking fantastic, Tori."


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