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To be honest, someone had given her something to drink. But in all fairness, it was none of the males here. "Not one of theeeeem," she giggled, clinging to her friend's arm with a mad grin. "How're you doing? Oohhh looky! Grimmywaldo and Boooore-ussssss."
Peony looked blank for a moment while she tried to understand the slurring. Boreas hooted, which could have been taken for an owl's way of giggling, and fluttered around Ashlie's head. He tried to take a curl for a nest.
"Boreas, stop that, you've got no one to make a nest for," said Peony. She reached for her wand, deciding to cast a sobering spell. It wouldn't be very nice. The sobering spell fast forwarded the normal effects of alcohol, which meant Ashlie would experience about five minutes of a hangover all squashed together. Oh well.
The sizzle of a cast spell sounded above the din in the Leaky Cauldron.
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Andi came out of the bank, shaking her head. There was, however, a satisfied smirk playing around her mouth. Her purse felt pleasantly heavy, and with her job at Hogwarts, Andi was probably quite well-provided for now. Well-provided enough to get herself a drink in the Leaky Cauldron without having to go live on mushrooms for two weeks.
She walked in, her small, sharp figure cutting through the smoky background like a particularly nasty knife.