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Warning: Alcohol, consumption of alcohol by minors, some stealing, some cursing, some drunken behavior, some implications. Oh also, a writer who loves comic relief even when writing an adventure fic!

Authors note: This chapter makes me smile, because while yeah these are kids, refugees, in a war, they are above all still kids. They aren't the order of the Phoenix they're just kids holding on to each other, and I feel like moments like this is them trying to hang onto their childhoods and innocences and blah blah blah literary blah. It makes me happy, I hope it makes you happy too! Because in a minute, we've got to get down to business (to defeat the hun).

Adrian Pucey - Phobos

Liam Baddock - Deimos

Theodor Nott – Oberon

Draco Malfoy – Chaos

Vincent Crabbe - Moros

Gregory Goyle - Pallas

Blaise Zabini – Pan

Pansy Parkinson - Nyx

Daphne Greengrass - Hebe

Morag Macdougal – Nike

Millicent Bulstrode - Cerberus

Elijah Harper - Cratos

Anthony Vaisey - Tyche

Malcolm Baddock – Hecate

Astoria Greengrass - Eris

Flora Carrow - Nemisis

Hestia Carrow – Hypnos

Ginny Weasley – Tartarus

Seamus Finnegan – Hyperion

Neville Longbottom - Chiron

Dean Thomas – Prometheus

Demelza something or other (I know, I'm an awful lazy author, oh whelp) - Selene

Anthony Goldstien - Styx

Terry Boot - Perses

Zacharias Smith - Chronos

Kevin Entwhistle - Pontus

Jack Sloper – Morpheus

Ritchie Coote - Erebos

Colin Creevey - Metis

Dennis Creevey - Eos

Mandy Brocklehurst – Leto

Michael Corner – Charon

Stephen Cornfoot - Atlas

Orla Quirke - Lamia

Ernie Macmillan –Minos

Sally-Anne Perks – Aether

"Ahem, shall I continue?" Draco was standing atop the kitchen counter, while Hypnos and newly baptized Selene held down a struggling and laughing also newly baptized, Tartarus.

"Oh, my ginger haired love, how I perish for you. My thoughts dwell on your freckles, they are many, and they glow like my love. You are my dove, though a bit short, and not as Asian and delightful as I might like, not like Cho the Ho-"

Draco cackled maniacally, and danced out of Tartarus's grasp, storing the note his pocket before he leaped down and bolted into the library, where an annoyed Perses surveyed him as well as the excitable ginger haired Gryffindor that tore in after him.

Pan looked up from where he was trying to talk a small group of people through the steps to becoming an animagus. "Now now, lets not set bad examples for the children, Chaos, darling."

Draco rolled his eyes, plopping to the floor, keeping an eye on Tart, who was edging towards him, a determined look on her face. Training was coming along well, even Draco was able to stop calling them things like Huffle and Puffle and She Weasel and move past it, and now, two weeks almost later, they were actually some kind of weird family, and Draco had decided that not only were these people he'd deemed below him not awful, but occasionally useful.

He smacked her hand playfully, and scooted, man handling an amused Charon between them. The amused Hufflepuffs just rolled his eyes, allowing himself to be dragged across the thick library carpeting to be placed between Draco and Tart.

"I do not think this is a good idea. Let the record reflect that," whined Leto, giving the group getting ready to go out a withering look. She was like that, poor Ravenclaw, used to following the rules, living such a sheltered life, but they were trying to break their new recruits of nasty habits like that.

"Come on Man-" Pontus began, but everyone hissed collectively, and he rolled his eyes and corrected himself, "Sorry, sorry, Leto. Come on Leto don't you want to see these pureblood's and sheltered folk be exposed to the grandiosity that is the muggle restaurant? Soda? Pizza?"

"Boss, we've been infiltrated by the dreaded muggleborn, and it's speaking in tongues," Styx stage whispered, giving Pan and Draco a falsely terrified look. There was the ongoing poking fun at their complete bafflement at the muggle world, and some of the new comers, once they'd gotten over their snits, had decided it was hilarious.

"Yes yes, we will go eat your odd muggle beverages and unusual foods, and in return you will show us how to get alcohol from the muggle, since their stores tend to scream when we sneak in." Nyx sauntered out, wearing a stolen too small muggle shirt.

"Circe's tits, woman, put on some clothes, think of the children." Pan gasped, dramatically covering little Tyche's eyes, dramatically spinning the boy so he couldn't see Nyx's mid drift.

She rolled her eyes good naturedly, and bounced on the balls of her feet slightly. "Come on, mister hilarious, let's go get our muggle on."

"We are in the middle of a war, woman, we don't have time to prance about in the muggle world for the amusement factor, this is a recognizance mission." Nyx flipped her hand flippantly at Draco as he tried to use his best admonishing tone.

Styx and Pontus gleefully led the way as the group of 20 or so witches and wizards followed them down and out the manors gates, dressed in their best impression of muggles.

"This potion is the nectar of the gods, go fetch me more, Pontus, this instance," Draco gestured wildly to the small back box like machine that when the proper amount of knobs and buttons were pressed yielded a bubbly brown odd tasting potion that had so much sugar that it made his teeth feel like they were singing.

The food was odd, cheese thrown atop odd cardboard like bread with grease dribbled on it, but it was warm food, and in the past 3 months, Draco's standards for what he would eat had plummeted to include anything he could find.

Pontus snorted, but delivered the refilled cup of soda. Draco sipped, the bubbles making him feel light headed, and like everything was wonderful. Nyx rolled her eyes at him, pulling cheese off with her fingers, her nose wrinkling at the grease, but she ate the cheese none the less.

"Hey, da, how are we going to pay for this?" Chronos tipped his seat back as he asked, trying to balance on the hind legs of his chair.

"Err, probably we will work something out, Pontus, master of the muggle, what's the plan?" Draco was feeling like he'd had about 10 cups of coffee and he was feeling giddy.

The muggleborn Ravenclaw shrugged, and considered for a moment. "Well, lets just transfigure some galleons into muggle money, right? Seems reasonable enough."

"Isn't that cheating the system?"

"Bah! Where is your sense of adventure, tangerine of my heart?" Draco flipped his hand at the typically scandalized Gryffindor. They were an odd lot, with morals beaten into them, the poor souls.

Several hours later found them, well not all of them, just the older kids, in the entrance hall, nursing the alcohol that they had bought with fake muggle money. Pontus (who Draco was respectfully referring to as Poncy) had bought him a large jug of his caffeinated gods beverage, and mixed it with alcohol, to create a delicious and bubbly drink that Draco wanted to replace his blood with.

"Chaos, d'you remember the summer we raided your fathers liquor cabinet? We should recreate that evening."

"Why Pan, you scandalous wood nymph you, I rather like the idea. Lets go on a mission. A mission filled glor- I mean, glory filled glory? No. A… glory filled mission. That it. On to glory my children!" Draco drunkenly raised his goblet (nicked from the formal dining room) and seized Pan's arm, charging for the spirit cellar.

Draco nearly tumbled down the stairs, his mind feeling halted and odd, and fuzzy. He grinned muzzily, and tried to jump, but instead mostly tumbled down the stairs, skidding on his knees and rear end. It was only when he reached the bottom, that he saw that his drink was spilt.

"Oh, Blaise, it's all gone, the nectar of the gods, its gooonnee…"

Pan rolled his eyes, and pulled Draco to his feet, shepherding him along down the hall. They somehow ended up in the spirit cellar, and Draco didn't remember how they got there, at all, even a bit.