"Albus is a poor copy of me," James promised, shaking his head. "Poor kid. He's stuck with the second best of everything. No wonder he decided he should focus on potions. He's got nothing better to do with his life. I even got the best Malfoy." James picked up a whiskey when their drinks arrived, tossing one back and then pressing one into Cepheus's hands. "Drink and then we'll dance."
"Definitely," Scorpius said, looking around the room and then laughing. "I don't think I can ever begin to enjoy this until I have at least one drink in me. What do you want?" He scanned the bar. "I think I'll get a vodka something. Vodka loosens me up."
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