Padrig approached the crowd of up upper-years all gathered around the bonfire. The night was chilly, but Padrig planned to warm himself up. He stopped at the outskirts of the crowd and stealthily pulled out a bottle of Ogdin's Firewhiskey from his brown, leather bookbag.
Unscrewing the lid, he took a large swig, and barely winced as it burned down his throat. He could handle his whiskey. Uninterested, Padrig stared at the various people, wondering if Jul was there.
Unscrewing the lid, he took a large swig, and barely winced as it burned down his throat. He could handle his whiskey. Uninterested, Padrig stared at the various people, wondering if Jul was there.
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