A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #2 – Brewing - Task #4 - Pot Still: A pot still is a type of distillation apparatus or still used to distill alcoholic spirits such as whisky or cognac. Pot stills operate on a batch distillation basis. Traditionally constructed from copper, pot stills are made in a range of shapes and sizes depending on the quantity and style of spirit desired. - Write about getting drunk.

Writing Club January

Assorted Appreciation: 2 - Charity Pot - Write about someone doing something charitable

Word Count: 713

"Another," James stated, nodding to the barkeep. She shook her head, but poured him another beer.

"I should cut you off, you know."

"But you won't."

"Nah, I know a heartbreak when I see one, although, drinking yourself into a stupor probably isn't going help much."

"It's not a break up, he doesn't even know I love him," James slurred.

"Maybe you should tell him?"

"He's getting married, it's too late for me," James muttered, downing the beer, half of it missing his mouth. The barkeep rolled her slate colored eyes.

"You're cut off, by the way," she stated. "And are you really going to keep this secret to yourself, drink yourself to an early grave 'cause you're too afraid to take that step, to tell him the truth. I've heard secrets can eat you up inside. You should tell him."

James stood, wobbled a bit.

"You're right! I need to tell Padfoot I love him before he marries Marlene!"

"You should probably wait until you sober up a little bit, buddy. Here, let me call someone for you."

"No, I'll be fine," James grumbled, taking a few steps before grabbing the bar.

"That's it, I'm calling someone for you. Give me the number."

"I don't have... You can't call Sirius!" James argued, before nearly passing out. The barkeep shook her head. It was late, James was the last one in the bar. She slid him a glass of water.

"Here, drink," she ordered. He obeyed. James then put his head down on the bar, passing out.

"Figures," she muttered. She walked around to him and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Let's see, who's his in case of emergency? Ahh, here it is."

"Hello, yeah, this is Tonks at the Metamorpha Bar on Pike. You're listed as one of my customer's call in case of emergency? Yeah, he's alright, just passed out. Could you come pick up him up, he's apparently having a rough night. I'd hate to add to it by having him thrown in the police's drunk tank. Thanks, yeah, I'll stay with him." Tonks hung up the phone and looked at the man sleeping against her bar. She had to admit she felt a bit sorry for him. Apparently whoever this Padfoot was, he had broken his heart. She started cleaning, leaving a cup of water for James. It had been about ten minutes when she heard a car pull up.

"Hello?" a voice called. Tonks put down the rag and walked over to the door. The man standing there looked worried. She opened the door.

"You here for him?" she asked, noticing the scars across the man's face.

"Yes, I'm here for James. How's he doing?"

"Sleeping it off. Before he passed out, he was saying something about Padfoot?"

"He's a friend of ours. Here, can you help me get him to the car, please?"

"Sure," she said. They each took an arm and helped James to Remus' car. "Thank you for coming."

"It's what friends do, so what do I owe you? I doubt James paid before passing out."

"He didn't. Um, let's see, here's his tab," she said, handing Remus a receipt. He glanced it, sighed, and pulled a wad of cash from his pocket.

"Here you go, and again, thank you for calling me instead of the cops."

"Like I said, he's been having a rough night. I'll see you..."

"Remus, Remus Lupin," he said. She smiled, waved bye to Remus, and walked back into the bar. Remus shook his head and looked at James, who was sleeping in the backseat.

"Really, James? Now you're confessing how you feel about Sirius? Well, you can tell him in the morning. Him and Marlene broke up, again."

James moaned.

"Exactly, wedding's off. You'll tell him in the morning, while hung over and if you're going to come drinking here again, I'm coming with you," Remus added, thinking about Tonks' smile. James snuggled against the seat. Remus sighed wondering how Sirius would take the news that James really did love him, enough to get black out drunk. He laughed, only his friends could be this insane, and only James could pull him into this mess and lead him to the most beautiful girl in the world.