If asked his opinion of girls Teddy would have a list of words and adjectives that could make even the basest of girls not only blush but instill within them a need to hex the just-turned-sixteen-year-old wizard. That being the case, it was with mixed feelings that Teddy had come to the conclusion that Devon was becoming his best mate. Oh, he still had the lads, but that was all crudeness, harassment and jokes; Devon allowed him room to think and talk. And thus he faced a bit of a crisis of conscience as he'd procured liquor and weed for their private joint birthday celebration that evening. he found himself having momentary fits of uncertainty that nearly rendered him apoplectic.
See, the fact was, he wanted to get her naked. Naked and randy. He was, afterall, sixteen and still, to his disgust, a virgin. And that was where things became difficult; she was his friend and he didn't want to use her but he wanted to have sex. Or at least a good feel up. He was fairly sure a girl's hand on his cock would feel a whole hell of a lot better than his own hand. And so, despite his reticence about using Devon, he packed up his school bag with contraband and exited the commons not even hearing a friend shout out his name.
Devon, being always that model of Prefectness that amazed him, had to take care of something Prefectly and so they had agreed to meet in the Astronomy Tower a little after nine. There was no way to know if the tower would be empty, but Teddy didn't fear telling someone to leave and, when he entered the room, that was precisely what he had to do. As best he could tell, they were a pair of third years who were trying to one-up his own experience; he little cared that he'd interrupted them.
Once they were gone, he took to the corner with the large square pillows that were used for watching the night sky and started to arrange them into a more pleasing arrangement. He almost wished he'd thought to have brought candles and flowers; that thought disappeared even as it flitted across his brain.
With the pillows better arranged, he took himself a lounging seat upon them and pulled out a half-empty bottle of vodka he'd traded dearly for. He saw little reason to wait as he tipped the bottle back and let the liquid slide down his throat; he needed to steady his nerves.




