So there was the scene in the common room where the boy searched for company for an illicit escapade to fulfil his want of the liquid. Whispering excitedly, eyes wide and promises that they wont be caught, hed recruited Jacqueline to the mission. The mission seemed complete now, at the present time Billy had a half filled tankard in front of him while his brain buzzed. Yet the rest of him seemed a little disconnected and he was sort of conscious that he was rambling to the poor girl.
- and I said, Whoa, youre looking a lil awfy peely-wally and he said, What the hell are you on about son? so I called him a sassenach; which he is. My uncle is completely English and smarmy so Malcolm decided to call him a shillpit, which means skinny person back in Glasgow. But he doesnt know, he thinks that us Scottish do nothing but make slang up all the time. Billy finally stopped talking to take a sip of beer, - I cant wait to go back home and start a new life up! his eyes widened at the thought that was vaguely related to his English Uncle but not really.
What about you eh? You still going to be a Auror? You might work with Malcolm, hes doing well. Im starting to think its a good choice for him. Lucky bastard. Billy raised his tankard to the thought of his older brother and chugged it down before gesturing for another top up. He felt vaguely uneasy about the Hog's Head but Jacquie seemed fine with it, maybe it was the absence of music that was instead, replaced by the grunts of a group of hags situated near them. "I'm going to be a bum... or a plumber. Yay for ambition!" he declared, filling himself with more beer.




