It was only right, what, with her own eighteenth birthday on the horizon, as well as the seventh years' impending graduation, that a little... celebration was in order. And really, what sort of celebration among friends was really, truly complete without the aid of a little... liquid entertainment, she would call it. And especially seeing as how no boys would be invited, it was entirely safe to partake in such a celebration. Abbey felt completely guilt-free when it came to sneaking such contraband back into the school.
And so, after leaving her girlfriends in the Three Broomsticks, the solitary brunette had made her way down the springy streets towards one of Hogsmeade's.... shadier establishments. Certainly Rosemerta wouldn't sell any sort of firewhiskey to an underage witch... certainly not anything that Abbey wanted. And so, a more underhanded approach needed to be taken. But there was no guilt.
Still, rebellion caught was not without its consequences, and Abbey was not a stupid girl. She had decided that a cloak with a hood was in order, and, seeing as to how it was still a bit chilly, she could get away with that. Hopefully.
So cloaked, she looked around the corner before, in what she considered to be a stealthy manner, she began her brisk, I-belong-here walk to the door of the dusty old tavern. Really. She was a brave girl, and a smart one at that... plus she was pretty, so there really wasn't any reason she couldn't get what she wanted.




