ALICE&IVY — Don't blame it on the booze!

Don't blame it on the booze!

So shiny … so … beautiful …. My precious … no no. Stop right here. Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not turning into this vile and … well quite disgusting thing Gollum is. No ! I’m just …. Well you see. Talking to my precious bottle of martini. Don’t judge please. It’s not nice to judge a lady. Leave me alone!

I’m spinning around, my arms are sooo light in the air and everything is so sweet around me. I’m in my classroom. Which is empty. What time is it … I don’t know. I guess the alcohol has already taken over my poor brain. That’s why I can’t remember. It’s quite nice you know. The not remembering part I mean. I can do whatever I want. My mind in not crowded by all these images and things. Half of which are useless. Though … I may not be able to remember everything. I remember I sent an owl earlier to my dearest friend. Alice. I asked her to join me. In my classroom. I suppose bed time is already passed, and even though deatheaters are patrolling in the hallways, as we are teachers we can do whatever we like. And I guess I’m already drunk. I hope Alice won’t mind.

And here she comes. Alice Hudson. So shiny … so beautiful. No no … not again. A happy smile and a hug later I put one bottle in her hands. « One dirty martini for che lady, ichn’t it! » hell yeah I like to talk just like Sean Connery would. With a false scottish accent. Though nothing barbaric. As delightful and sexy as James Bond would. « che name ich Bond, Chames Bond » I said. Would she be my Miss Monnypenny ?

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Don't blame it on the booze!

IVY & ALICE

Late at night. Hogwarts. I'm half-jogging in the corridor beetween my place and Ivy's. I'm late but not too much. After all you know what they said about wizzards... Don't make me quote Gandalf please ! Whatever. I'm here. Ready to party. Okay... Maybe you'll found that strange, but hey, Teachers just wanna have fun sometimes ! You know what I mean... Martini and good company.

Smiling I don't knock and I take her in my arms as soon as i'm in her room. She's cheerful and I'm too. Fuck. I'm happy here with the bottle in my hands, laughing at her attemps to mimic the scottish accent. « Thank You James ! » Hell ! That's good ! A kiss on her cheek. A taste of the drink. And here we go. Let's have some fun tonight ! Yup. I solemny swear that I'm up to all the good. Promise. And I smile and smile again. Oh... You know what ? That's not my first bottle of the... day ? afternoon... evening in fact. But chhhhttt ! That's a secret !

« How Are you tonight ? » Yup. I'm not only a co drinker ! I'm a good friend too ! And sometimes more but only if the other lady is sexy ! But Chhhhhh ! Secret again ! ... Not so secret in fact.

Don't blame it on the booze!

osh my head is like a fuckin’ balloon. Well in fact all my body is like a fuckin’ balloon. I just hope I won’t pop too soon. Right now I’m just sooo good, and I feel so right to be here, just like that. What a pleasure to enjoy a glass of Dirty martini. All of this is kinda ironic. And I hope, I hope so much I’ll never remember this night. Why in hell why ? Because tonight, I want to do foolish things. Because this school needs some fun. DESERVES some fun if I daresay. And my partner in crime just arrived. Alice Hudson. The oh so delightful Runes teacher. Headmistress of Ravenclaw. Always so keen to share a bottle with me. And sometimes even … five or seven. As I welcome her with an impersonation of James Bond played by Sean Connery she follows my lead and greets me with warmness. « Thank You James ! » another sip of that sweet liquid. This elixir of life. And I kiss her gently on the forehead. I guess we’re ready to party. And to party hard I’ll say! Aye aye ?

« How Are you tonight ? » a big smile lightens my face as I answer gently « Much better now you’re here ! » I grab her hand and « force » her to come with me on the soft couch. « Come here ! Let’s celebrate ! » Celebrate what ? I don’t now, but I’m sure with a little imagination we’ll find something !

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