Sebastian had gone out with some friends to celebrate on of their birthdays. What was meant to be a small gathering had turned into a bit of a late night drinking escapade. When they got kicked out of their second bar after Sebastian used force to stop one of his drunken friends from using magic, and they were deemed violent drunks, they found themselves stumbling down the streets of London. Most of them were tired, but Sebastian wasn’t. No. He had had a single person on his mind the entire time and that was Athena Clark. And he was perfectly inherited enough to do something about it. He convinced his friend to let him use his owl, one he knew to be quite persistent and timely, and get a letter to Athena. One that told him he was going to get into Hogwarts that night.
Which was exactly what he did. After getting to Hogsmeade it wasn’t all that difficult to get into the castle. He knew the secrets and he knew enough people that of the exceedingly few people he ran into no one gave him trouble. That and he was determined. Since kissing her, giving in, he had thought about it. He wasn’t sure what he should do, how he should carry on, but some alcohol in his system seemed to sway that decision. He found himself wandering the library hoping the librarian, who scared him a bit, wasn’t about. Although he seemed to be lucky and found no one. It did occur to him that he had given Athena no direction as to where he might be, but he hoped she’d find him. He had not been in the mind state at the time to think of these things.
So he sat on a table off to the side of the massive library. The time it took to formulate this plan and to carry it out did sober him up a bit, but he was still tipsy. When he finally caught Athena he sprinted towards her, “Athena!” He whisper yelled. Locking his arms around her. He was usually a classy drunk. He drank slowly or low alcohol content drinks, but not this night. This night he was a bit over the top. He hoped she wouldn’t mind, but he didn’t think she would.
He had realized he did really care for Athena. There was nothing not to care about. She was beautiful and vibrant. The only problem was her age. Which he was still stuck on, but not nearly as much as before. The kiss seemed to get his gears turning into a more productive fashion.
Athena had been about to go find her brother. She'd heard through the grapevine that he'd seemed a little down lately and she wanted to do her best to cheer him up. He'd always been there for her through the years and she wanted to return the favor. She had been prepared for anything. Drinking, cuddling or yelling; she'd been prepared for them all. But just as she was about to make her way out of the common room, she'd heard some mindless third years chattering on about how some man had snuck into the castle rather horribly. He'd stank of alcohol and had wandered over to the library, where she'd heard he was now holding the vampire librarian hostage according to one student. But the other one had said that it wasn't the case at all, because the librarian had a hot date with the Care of Magical Creatures Professor again.
It wasn't until an owl knocked against the window that she really started to wonder what this whole person in the castle thing was about anyway. And when the owl had drifted over to her (after someone finally let it in) and had started hooting rather obnoxiously at her until she took the rolled up parchment that had been tied to it's leg. Then it hooted again, more pleasantly this time before flying off, not even waiting for a response. A quick scan of the parchment told her all she needed to know about the so called drunken intruder and she wasn't sure if she should start laughing or sighing at the news. So she did a mix between the two, put her alcohol away in her dorm room before making her way over to the library.
She found him sitting on a table looking a bit like a lost child and grinned despite herself at the cuteness of it all. And the look on his face as he spotted her was almost more than she could handle. She honestly couldn't recall ever seeing such a look of childlike glee on someone's face before. "Merlin, you'd think you were a little kid who'd just found his mother," she muttered, slowly returning his hug. She had to admit that aside from the obvious drunkenness, the hug felt nice. It felt different somehow, then she remembered how he'd been drinking again.
"Lowering your inhibitions I see," she quipped, pushing herself up onto the table. "Tell me Sebby, is alcohol the only thing that could bring us together? Because if it is, then I've gotta say that I'm not interested." No one should need 'liquid courage' to be with her; not when she didn't need it to be with them.