"You are the drunkest, so that's something," Drake settled a large, warm hand between her shoulders and offered her a smirk in return for her crowing. "I would be very, very surprised if you, a professional chaser, could not win a contest of throwing and drinking against someone who looks like they couldn't hold their own against a stiff breeze. Or any sort of breeze," he amended, giving her losing competitor a discerning glance. Followed by a look to his watch.
He wasn't keeping track of the time, he really wasn't. Babysitters were a thing in their life now and Drake was a grown man, he could deal with being away from their kid for awhile to spend time with his wife. It was just habit. And the party made him feel a little old. "I have been watching all of the games and keeping track of all the new players, but tonight I feel like I might have just stepped into a completely different timeline. Are some of these kids even old enough to join a Hogwarts team?"
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