Spin the Bottle

[🎶 Fuck The Pain Away – Rendition by The Moordale Swing Band (Original from Peaches).]

Midnight was a time when these adventurous and certainly strange clic of friends should be sleeping, but as the mammoth Grandfather clock manning the pinnacle of the Citadel tower chimed the crest of darkest night, Israfel and his band could be seen sneaking their way out of the dorm's cafeteria and through the wan halls.

But the night wasn't dark at all. It was clear and still, like the loch Næss south of campus. The dewy skies had a crescent moon and several dotting stars; the path shimmered for the friends to make good on their nocturnal escape. They could fetch their various Arcs demerits for being out at such late hour, especially when not too far away in the infirmary, the Healers battled to save the lives of those dragon-burned in the Tournament.