"My best friend is on the Tornadoes," Psyke's eyebrows went high, nearly over her mask, "if you out drank them then I'm not sure how you're still standing here."
It felt like a million years since she'd last been out partying with her former social group of socialites and quidditch players, but Psyke's life had definitely taken a turn for the more homebody routine than anything. Of course her hair, makeup, and attire were anything but house-wife, but she did like coming home and attempting dinner (attempting meaning if she didn't see a quick meal it was time to order out!). And--a lot of her friends were now settled down with families as well.
Sigh. I guess that's what happens when you grow up.
"What team are you on?"
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