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Terribly sorry about the shortness of this chapter, but school is a real pain! I'll try to update once a week though, just 'cause I love y'all.

          One couldn't be best friends with Ron without picking up a few pointers for chess. So when Draco and Blaise entered the Ravenclaw common room, it was needless to say that I was winningly fairly easily.

          "Are we alone?" Malfoy asked as his eyes scanned the room.

          "There's a discussion going on in the library," Blair said, rising from her seat and abandoning our game. "No one should be back until nine o'clock."

          Blaise took out a large square of linen from beneath his robes. Craning my neck, I could see that every inch of the cloth was covered with embroideries of an elaborate feast.

          Suddenly, the linen flew out of Blaise's grasp! It unfolded itself and hung in the air, all straight edges and sharp corners- exactly as if there was an invisible table was beneath it.

          Blaise cleared his throat. "Good tablecloth, please set thyself."

          Dishes began popping out of the empty air and descending on the table with a thump. I cautiously rose from my seat and approached the tablecloth. The food looked real enough- there was a bowl of frozen strawberries, a small cup of lime juice, a sugar bowl… There were even china-plates, silverware, a blender, and crystal glasses to boot!

          "Did you have any trouble in the halls?" Blair asked as Malfoy produced the bottle of light rum that was hidden beneath his robes.

          "No." he answered curtly, in a final sort of tone.

          "We were briefly detained by Pansy though," Blaise added, "she could bear to let her precious Draco-cocoa-puff out of her sight."

          If Blaise or Blair found the fact that I was suddenly overcome by a fit of violent 'coughing' unusual, they were wise enough not to say anything.

          "Oh- no need to make one for me, Draco darling," Blair said as I tried to regain my composure Malfoy, a scowl on his face, began blending together the lime juice, sugar, and rum. "I'm going to the library- I do love analyzing Machiavelli. I wonder what the others think about his belief that a permanent social order reflecting God's will cannot be established. After all, politics has its own laws and really ought to be a science-"

          Blaise looked like he was about to hit his sister with a spell that was certainly not a Cheering Charm.

          Blair giggled. "Ok Blaise, I'll stop showing off now and leave. Tootles!"

          As she walked away, I couldn't help but notice that she didn't swish her robes.

          Turning my attention back to the daiquiris, I watched with interest as Malfoy carefully garnished each drink with fresh strawberries. The look on his face was of utmost concentration, and it was unusual to see him without his trademarked smirk…

          "I think we should have a toast," Blaise said, raising his glass. "In honor of what I'm presuming to be Potter's first real alcoholic drink."

          I blushed and Malfoy scowled (I don't think he wanted to ever drink to me, save to my death), but we both followed suite nevertheless.

          "To getting drunk, but hopefully without the nasty hangovers."

          As we clinked our glasses, I couldn't help but remember Hermione had once said. "When intoxicated, the words said are simply a drunken stupor and should never be taken to heart. But on the other hand, drunken words always hold more than just a grain of truth."

More things that are not mine: The magic tablecloth was borrowed from The Two Princesses of Bamarre.