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Removing the snow from atop the wooden picnic table had been easy enough and Scorpius, now with his robes properly charmed to repel water and insulated to protect him from the cold, is lying atop of it.

With an almost half-empty bottle of (pilfered-from-his-friend) Ogden's Old forgotten beside him, a fire curling in his belly, and an old, charred broom at his feet.

He had been working on a modified charm for the broom. It hadn't turned out as well as he would've liked, as evident by the charred (and still smoking) remains of bristles.

He's obviously not too bothered by the experiment gone wrong. Maybe the firewhiskey helped or maybe it's just one of those days. Peacefully perfect - or perfectly peaceful - and he can't be bothered to care.

He's just going to enjoy the oncoming night, gloved fingers curled loosely around the neck of the bottle.

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Posner tries a bit of impromptu sculpting on the Quaffle, delighted when it moves back into its former shape.

"It's brilliant! I could never do something like that."

He pauses, frowning as he thinks about that. "I mean, obviously, I couldn't, because I'm not a wizard, but still. Brilliant."

Scorpius turns red in the cheeks.

"Er, thanks. It's, uhm... Well, it'd have been better if I wasn't pissed."

(Which he isn't boasting about, only stating the simple fact that it would have been.)

"But, Muggles can be rather fascinating too. I mean, you do have those computer things and such. You build all sorts of things without magic."

Posner bumps his shoulder companionably. "I'd take magic over computers any day. Most people don't even own a computer, really."

At least, not when Posner is from.

"And anyone can build things."

After a moment, he adds, out of the blue, "Oh, god. We are pissed, aren't we? Or I am...I think..."

Scorpius, as if taking the question quite seriously, observes Posner for a long moment.

He's appraising the level of drunkness in the other boy. It involes some staring.

"I," he says, with somewhat of a dramatic pause, "don't think you've had enough yet to be properly pissed. Nearly there."

Posner stares quite seriously back as he's appraised, eyebrows raised as he awaits the verdict.

He nods at the assessment. "I've never had anything that strong before."

"No? I've been having it for ages now. Not from that particular bottle, of course. Because that'd involve ridiculously small sips to have lasted this long."

He picks up the aforementioned bottle with a frown.

"But, since I was thirteen, I think. Which isn't to say I always drink like this, only that I think I forgot how strong it can be."

Which is all a ridiculously long way to go about asking, "So. Aside from that, what are you thoughts on it then?"

Posner considers the question a moment.

"It's...interesting.

"Am I meant to feel all tingly?" He purses his lips a few times, testing the sensation.

Scorpius presses his own lips together in consideration.

They'd probably look completely silly to any outsiders watching.

"I think, yes. Tingly would be normal."

"My lips and my tongue, mostly," Posner says, smacking his lips a few times.

"But it's...sort of nice. Not like when your foot falls asleep."

"I wonder if you were pissed when your foot fell asleep, if it'd be as awful as it normally is," Scorpius says, looking deep in thought. "Because I hate that feeling, too. I don't think I know anyone who enjoys that, actually."

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"You should try it," Posner says, like this is the most brilliant idea ever. "Sit on your foot!"

It only takes one look down at his booted foot before Scorpius shrugs and arranges himself to do just that.

It can't be a very difficult or dangerous challenge, can it?

"This might take awhile."

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"Hm, I reckon you're right."

He frowns, considering the problem. "I suppose we'll have to find a way to amuse ourselves until then..."

As if faced with one of life's greatest mysteries, Scorpius is stumped.

"Er, well, I can't actually move much so that limits us a fair bit. You look thoughtful, any ideas?"

Posner thinks for a minute again.

"Truth or dare?"

Scorpius, because of his rather isolated ways, has never actually been afforded the opportunity to play Truth or Dare before.

He blinks at Posner.

"Er. Truth?"

"Hmm..." Posner is totally unaware of his inexperience. Who hasn't played Truth or Dare, after all?

"Have you...ever kissed someone?"

He's assuming he has to answer that truthfully now. Veritaserum would surely help with this sort of thing. Not that Scorpius would need it for this particular question.

"Uhm. Yes," he says, suddenly shyer than he had been a moment ago.

The details are painfully boring and he isn't sure he needs to provide them, anyway.

Posner nods thoughtfully, reaching for the bottle to have another drink. Sometimes he wonders if he isn't the only person his age who's never kissed someone.

(Other times he's completely certain that Dakin's the only one of his classmates who has.)

"Your turn, then."

His turn?

"Oh, right. Uhm. Truth or dare, then."

That is how it goes, right?

"Truth," Posner says after a moment of thought.

Scorpius could return with the same question Posner posed, but that wouldn't be very creative of him.

He has to think for a few moments before he finds the right one.

"What, uhm - What's a question you'd most hate having to answer?"

"Hmm..." It's a sneaky sort of question, and that would usually bother Posner, but right now he's too busy thinking of an answer to be annoyed.

"What am I going to do if I don't get into Oxford?"

"What's in Oxford?" Scorpius asks, before he can stop himself. It isn't his turn, after all. But, he's curious!

Posner doesn't seem to notice.

"You really don't know? It's the best university in the country. Or in the top two at least."