Alcohol + Fish, is there a better combo?

And so the days go on, Reima and Ciri continue their usual routine, running in the morning, classes, tutoring Harry and training in the room of requirement. They both had Professor Mcgonagall watch their progress towards their Animagus transformations, while neither had even started to transform yet they felt they were getting somewhere. Reima kept trying to create channels to finally be able to use his humanity along with carefully experimenting with Apparition, though which one poses a bigger threat to Hogwarts is debatable.

Eventually Hogsmeade weekend rolls around causing excitement in many students, this included Ciri who wished to take a good look around the town and what it had to offer. Unfortunately Harry isn't able to go as his guardians refuse to allow him any enjoyment whatsoever, instead of leaving him like Ron would have Reima decides to spend the day getting to know Harry better while the girls are off shopping or whatever they do.

Reima watches as the girls leave and glances at Harry beside him who's looking quite glum, "Harry? Come I'll show you how to enjoy yourself around here." he says, walking towards the black lake.

Harry shivers slightly and gives him a strange look, "It's cold enough today, I don't think swimming is a good idea."

Reima shrugs, "We're not swimming." he says, pulling out two fishing rods and nice looking chairs along with a small table that he sits between them.

Harry's eyes open wide at this, "Where did they come from!?"

Reima "Ah? Didn't you know? I'm a genie." he says sarcastically before sitting down and preparing his fishing line.

Harry sits in the other chair and looks at the fishing rod before looking back at him, "Er... I-I don't know how to fish..."

Reima nods slowly, "Hmm, well watch closely as I prepare your line, I'll only do it once." he says, grasping the end of it and preparing it.

Once both rods are prepared Reima claps his hand over his mouth in shock, causing Harry to jump.

Harry "What is it?" he asks warily.

Reima "I've almost forgotten the most important thing!" he says, waving his hand and causing many bottles of hard alcohol to appear along with two large glasses.

Harry reads them out loud with some consternation, "Smirnoff Vodka? Famous Grouse? Balkan?"

Reima snatches the last one away as it was the strongest he had found in England, due to his constitution he doubted anything but the strongest would allow a hint of inebriation anymore.

"That's mine..." he says, hugging the bottle to his chest.

Harry "Uh, I don't think we should be having these on school grounds... And I haven't drank before."

Reima chuckles, "Well today I'm taking many of your virginities so get over it. Now, pour yourself a glass of whatever suits your fancy and I'll hand you some bait."

Harry nods absentmindedly, not really wanting to drink but the lure of a first time experience has his hand moving on it's own. Not really sure of what he should drink he takes the closest one that happens to be the Vodka and pours a quarter pint into his class.

Reima raises his bottle and clinks it against Harry's own before taking a swig, almost gagging at the harsh taste. Harry on the otherhand... Is on the floor dry heaving after taking a mouthful of Vodka.

Harry "Hurgh! Urrrgh! W-what, the fuck is that-Hurrrghh!"

Reima "It's called growing up and getting some hairs on your chest... And almost vomiting, but I was the same during my first time drinking he says with an almost sympathetic smile.

Harry looks up from the floor, saliva and snot dripping from his face, "Well it taste awful!"

Reima sighs, "Fine." he retrieves a bottle of orange juice and pours it into his glass to water down the Vodka, "That should taste drinkable now."

Harry looks at him suspiciously but sits back in his chair and takes a sip... It's good? It still has the aftertaste of Vodka but the sweetness of the orange juice makes it stomach-able.

Harry "Thanks... I guess?"

Reima brings out a box filled with dead worms, along with small strips of still bloody meat. "Choose your weapon" he says sarcastically before attaching some meat to his hook and casts his line far into the lake.

Harry observes how he does this and replicates it with some success, managing to at least get it into the water with his worm bait intact. "What now?" he asks.

Reima "Now, we wait."

Harry sits there for about 4 minute before he starts shuffling uncomfortably.

Reima "Do you have ADHD or something?" he asks when glances at Harry.

Harry "Er, AD ache what now?"

Reima shakes his head, "Nevermind... How about you tell me your hobbys?" he asks, hoping to get the teen to stop moving like an addict looking for his next fix.

Harry contemplates for a moment before his gaze drops to the ground, "I-I don't really have one... Aside from Quidditch?" he says, more trying to convince himself than anything.

Reima "Surely you must like more than just Quidditch?" he asks.

Harry "... Playing chess?" he questions but grimaces as he remembers he only played because of Ron.

Reima chuckles "Well, I can't say I'm too much better..."

Harry "Why? What're your hobbys?" he asks curious at his enigmatic new acquaintance.

Reima "I like fighting I guess? To be honest I don't do much else now days... Fishing could count as one but I hardly ever do it."

Harry nods, "I don't think I need hobbys, as long as I can spend time with my frien-Hermione..." he quickly corrects himself.

Reima clinks his bottle on harrys glass to get him to drink up before grinning at him, "So, Hermione's important to you?"