Of Whispers and Wagging Tongues

[ARCHER THADESEUS ABNER]

I Got a Little drunk last night Was it possible to harbor a hangover that lasted two days? Archer had no idea that such a feat could have been possible had he had known of the repercussions he would have never downed that 5th ladle full of tainted punch that was now titled the Monkey Juice however hind sight was twenty-twenty and it did tell him that he had an error of judgment in drinking that wicked punch however that was not exactly a surprise to him as he awoke Sunday in the bed of something that he would under most circumstances not have given the time of day to. So that had set the precedence for the beginning of a horrible week classes that normally bored him teamed up with a maddening headache and the lingering fear that he had inadvertently knocked up some homely girl that was at least in Slytherin house, making sure to rip apart her reputation to any that would listen he at least allowed his trauma that had been Saturday Night be of some worth. If he was going to suffer the humiliation of being associated with her, than it would only be fair that she would pay the price as well. “Leaning over the table he went about divulging some facts about Harper McComick that would make a troll blush, granted most wasn’t near the truth well from what he could remember. Well even Archer knew that if he had been in normal working order and not nursing a hangover he could see the girl’s reputation destroyed by the end of the day. He and his friends did seem to take pleasure in running a competition after a conquest was had. Swearing as he held his stomach in the great hall, it seemed the smell of things that lured many of his housemates down the stairs seemed to have the opposite effect on him feeling another deadly churn of the Peppermint tea that was his breakfast he decided to leave before he spilled the contents over the table top. With great effort he picked his head up off the table and made a silent vow never to touch the wicked stuff again. Pushing himself from the table his head feeling like it carried several bags of sand. Winced as Marks a teammate and house mate preceded moan something in his ear but do to the mind splitting headache it was emphasized to such a state that if Archer hadn’t leaned back he would have covered his ears. Giving Marks a ‘you vile tosser’ look he winced again and proceeded to push himself from the table. “Yeah, Yeah… And you sorry as____.” Catching a passing professor he cleaned up his choice of wording.” Well don’t know why your hounding me. You were supposed to have stopped me from bedding things like that.. Would have went around with you and seen you spell-o-taped to a troll before I would let you go with something like that” With another wince Archer Abner rested his head on the wood table and swore he would never sample punch after a victory again.

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