Dresden Academy

“Oh- congratulations.” Alistair’s tone only half-hearted because he was still some level of worried. She might not be one of the kid kids, but getting drunk was still frowned upon, wasn’t it? He wasn’t any more impressed at being sniffed either. “Axe?” He asks, looking slightly appalled, he’d only recently learned that was not a good thing to smell of. “That’s ‘Cerberus’ I’ll have you know. Expensive stuff.” He sniffed his robes and paused. “But- does it smell cheap?” He asked, suddenly visibly worried. “Why am I even askin’ you, you’re drunk.” He answered weakly, before she could and it dawned. “You’re underage!” He accused with a tiny gasp, he really shouldn’t know about this.