Firewhisky

81. Depression

“Godric? Godric, open up,” Rowena demanded, standing outside her fiancé’s door.

“Wha’?” he asked, keeping his balance only due to holding onto the door handle.

“Have you… been drinking again?” she asked with worry, pushing him back inside and onto a chair.

“Just a lil’ bit…” he slurred.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, Godric, we all miss Salazar, I know you were best friends, but you can’t continue like this. Firewhisky won’t help in the long term, trust me. You have to get your act together and get out of this depression you fell into… come on, here’s some sobering potion.”