I'm so sorry for being inactive for a while!
~Eko.
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"Hey Ken," Kyle says.

I wave.

"Happy Birthday," He says.

"Oh shit, I forgot," I say.

"How did you forget? Kenny, you're turning 17," he says.

"Well it isn't big in the muggle world," I say.

"Oh it's a big thing for us!" Kyle says.

He takes a breath, seeming to think about something.

"Kenny.... I," He starts.

I nod, waiting for whatever he wants to say to me.

"Bye," He says.

"Kyle, we have the next class togethe-," I say.

"I know, bathroom," he says.

What the absolute fuck is wrong with him.

"Hey Ken!" Wendy says.

"Hey Wendy," I say.

"Happy birthday. We thought.... how do you feel about celebrating a little?" Wendy asks.

I laugh.

"I mean, fine, I don't really care," I say.

She nods, smiling. Stan looks at me and then where Kyle just went.

"I gotta go!" Stan says.

I nod and he goes off to find Kyle.

"What class?" Wendy asks.

"Defence against the dark arts," I answer.

She nods.

"Let's go then, I have charms," she says.

~Time skip~

I step into the Room of Requirements, this is our place by now, since we are different houses.

"Hey!" Stan says.

I smile at them. Thank god, I would be scared of this being something they got guests into. It's enough getting gifts from all my friends and hearing the constant Happy Birthday... that would have legitimately made me break down...

"So I don't normally condone this," Wendy says.

She gives me a bottle.

"But I mean, you're technically old enough," she says.

"I... thanks?" I say.

"I didn't really know, my dad chose that that was accurate for you," she says, shrugging.

"Speaking of which, my dad has a tradition," Stan says.

He sighs and throws me a condom.

"Oh Hell Yeah," I say.

"I mean, I know this isn't helpful in Hogwarts but....," Stan says.

"Don't worry, I'll find a use," I say.

I laugh as I get the idea.

"I'm going to fuck both of these up," I say.

Stan seems to know what I wanna do as I remove the cap and open the condom.

"You sure?" Stan asks.

"Come on, for fun," I say.

I shake it slightly. When it doesn't work, I look at the condom to find a small hole.

"Well shit," I mutter.

Wendy starts laughing.

"Stan, your dad is giving people broken condoms," I say, laughing.

"Shut up," Stan says.

I look at the bottle, turning it in my hands.

"Holy shit, that's strong," I say.

I laugh, giving the bottle straight to Kyle.

"I dare you!" I say, smiling.

Kyle laughs.

"Just from it or-?" He asks.

"From it, Yeah," I say.

He does it, having a small shaking attack mid the drinking, blinking afterwards like it hurt his eyes.

"That's.... holy shit," Kyle says.

"You actually-?" Wendy asks.

"This is more amusing than actually drinking," I say.

Kyle rolls his eyes before giving the bottle back. I take some myself. Honestly, the effects come so quickly I call magic bullshit.

"Come on," I say.

I give it to Stan, smiling. He shrugs and takes a swing, barely any reaction at fucking all.

"You wanna go?" I ask Wendy.

She looks a little bit conflicted before taking a swing herself.

~I'm determined to have these people drunk because this is the way the story is meant to actually work. So time the skippy.~

"Don't cry so much," Wendy mutters.

Stan's leaning on her, crying because he just realised that he loves her to death and is saying that it's not fair she doesn't love him... which, dude, she's his girlfriend and keeps openly saying she loves him.

It's weird. They took way less and are all about as drunk. Or I don't really know what state Kyle's in, he's really quiet, just staring at me.

And when I'm say that they are drunk, I'm almost certain I'm drunk too. I don't honestly know. Don't police do a test where you walk a straight line or something? Yeah, I think so. But like, I'm super weird. I don't exactly like.... feel drunk? I'm not sure I'm really fully aware of everything either. It's like this weird in between of then. Tipsy? Is that what to call it? No it's somewhere between tipsy and drunk.

"I love you."

I turn around to Kyle, whose smiling at me.

"You What?" I ask.

"I love you," he says.

"I.... you can't be serious," I say.

"Honestly, for someone who says you're good at reading people, my like 4 years of being in love with you have gone under your nose pretty well," he says.

He's struggling with longer words.

"I honest don't know what to even say to that," I say.

He kisses me. Literally pulls by the hands and pretty much slams us together before kissing me. It's actually pleasant, in it's own 'He is way too drunk to do this right' way.

"Finally!" Wendy screeches.

She takes Stan by the shoulders.

"They finally fucking kissed!" Wendy says.

Stan stops crying about how much he loves Wendy, looks at us and then looks at Wendy before getting her into a kiss as well.

"Hey," Kyle says.

I look at him.

"Pay attention! I'm pretty sure I won't do anything when I'm sober," he says.

Well at least he is sober enough to know he is not.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

It becomes a bit more forceful, something I never expected of him but.... I'll take it.

He has something in his eyes I don't normally see. Maybe it's just him being like he is, in a drunk state, or I have been reading him completely wrong.

"Stop it, we're in front of other people," Wendy says.

Well that gives me enough context as to if they're making out or not.

"What did I say?" Kyle asks.

He gets me against the wall before I can ever answer his rhetorical question. Did he just forget the others are here or is he comfortable doing this with them in the room?

"We should go," Wendy says.

She helps Stan out.

"What are you doing exactly?" I ask.

"You don't want to know? In all honesty, I've waited way too long and I'm not about to wait for it one more fucking second," he says.

He's pissed. At himself or at me? I don't know.

"Does that mean you wanna fuck me or-?" I ask.

He kisses me again mid sentence, I want to speak against him, mainly because I would have wanted to say me sentence but I end up moaning instead.