HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZZY!

I hope your day is spiffy and spectacular and that you get all the things that you want. <333

Have some cake!



it's not a birthday cake, but it's PRETTY

The best part about quidditch was that, no matter if you'd won or lost, there was always a reason to drink afterwards. If you won, it was a celebration; if you lost, it was consolation. And if you'd fallen off your broom and knocked yourself out in the middle of the game, it was a healing balm for your wounded pride. Or for your wounded body, if the medics weren't so great. But the medics for the match had been Melanie and that nervous little badger Leona hung out with. Between the two of them, the Gryffindor was as good as new. Not that he really remembered the injuries they told him he'd had. His arm felt all right, and his hurt didn't hurt at all anymore. Whatever they'd done, apparently they'd done a damn good job and the seventh year wasn't going to argue with not having a concussion and being able to use his wand arm.

Still, a tumble from a broom was a tumble from a broom. There was nothing graceful about that. You couldn't just do it casually, not from the height you'd need to be flying at to play a match. And definitely not after he'd had his brain scrambled by a couple collisions and a hangover. All in all, the boy was lucky he could walk down the path to Hogsmeade without anyone pointing and laughing at him. Not that anyone was on the path. Everyone else was probably up at the castle, having a grand old time doing whatever it is they felt like doing post-match. Good for them. Really, James hoped they were all having fun. He, on the other hand, liked to do his drinking alone. Because, let's be honest, that was most of what people were probably doing. But the Gryffindor had gotten into the habit recently of eschewing other people's company when he wanted to properly drink. It just led to less embarrassment, and fewer people getting on his case.

It wasn't that the lion was particularly hung up on what had happened during the match. His team had lost, apparently. Oh well. Mildly disappointing, but in that "better luck next time" sort of way. He'd enjoyed himself for the most part, anyway. Except for getting sick all over the pitch and the falling bit. Anyway, the point was, the match didn't matter. But after all that flying around and getting battered and bruised, the wizard just really, really felt like he needed a drink. So he was headed to the Hog's Head to drink with Kanya, because his rules did not apply to crazy Russian women who willingly shared their vodka with him.

Pushing open the door to the Hog's Head, James made his way to the bar, pushing past the crowd of regulars that congregated there at this time in the evening. He actually recognized a few, which should've probably worried him more than it did. At the bar, the Gryffindor leaned across it and said to the bartender, "Firewhiskey," before turning around to search out an empty table.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KELSEY!

You are awesomesauce and deserve lots of awesome birthday things. Like. All the things. Steph is super eloquent WE LOVE YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU SUPER AWESOME PERSON YOU. <3333