(912): You know you were refereeing rock, paper, scissors for who got to make out with your sister, right?
"Children's Games"
Neville watched Dean lead Ginny Weasley away from the crowded area, ignoring the cat calls and rowdiness that had erupted. Seamus looked a little disappointed, but the expression only lasted for a handful of seconds and the cheeky Irishman was back to normal, a flirtation already struck up with Lavender, who giggled at the attention and seemed to preen under it.
And then Ron was laughing beside him, and Neville had to occasionally push the gangly red head off his shoulder as he kept falling against it in his inebriated state. Harry was nowhere to be seen, but that wasn't so strange really. The noise didn't agree with him anymore. He just wanted peace and quiet.
"Havvehfaawhisky." Ron told Neville joyously in his drunken condition, sloshing some of his own down the blue shirt. "Join in the fez- fest- join in the fun!"
Neville leant backwards, trying to avoid the Firewhiskey's immediate line of fire. "No thanks."
"Come on!" Ron pleaded. "It's great."
"You know you were refereeing rock, paper, scissors for who got to make out with your sister, right?" Neville asked slowly and clearly, staring his old dorm-mate in his rather bleary, unfocused eyes, trying to garner a reaction.
Ron looked confused for a whole five seconds, before smiling and redirecting the conversation to Quidditch without so much as a flicker of outrage. The red-head was clearly hammered. Neville sighed, and stood up.
He was going to find Harry – and hopefully a normal conversation.
The End,
Just a short one: poor Neville. So many crazy drunks, and he just wants a bit of peace and quiet.