"Hiss..." Early the next morning, Su Er rubbed between his brows with a pained expression. A cup lay askew on the bedside table, with only a semicircular wet mark remaining.
"What time is it? Have I overslept?" Su Er rubbed his face, then suddenly remembered that he had a class that morning and jolted upright in bed.
Just then, faint snores reached his ears. Justin and Morn were still fast asleep.
He leaned over to check the mechanical alarm clock.
It was still early... Su Er breathed a sigh of relief and lay back down. His gaze landed on the wet mark on the bedside table, and his memories slowly began to return.
"If I touch another drop of alcohol, I'm a dog."
Last night, they had only meant to drink some Butterbeer to warm themselves up, but the waiter at the Hog's Head (actually the owner) had been too lazy even to offer to heat it. Who would drink a frost-covered bottle of Butterbeer (a soft drink) in the dead of winter? Heating it themselves would take far too long.
So Fred had suggested mead, which had a relatively low alcohol content.
Su Er had thought that any drink with "honey" in its name would probably be much like Butterbeer.
But who could have known that its alcohol content was nowhere near as mild as its appearance suggested?
One bottle was not much, only enough for one glass each for the three of them. Fred and George were a little older than Su Er, and it was not their first time drinking, so they were fine. Su Er, on the other hand, had felt it go to his head after a single glass.
"If I drink again, I'm a dog."
It was not until the evening before the Quidditch