Fade me out

Clair took the gin, but leaned over to set the bottle on the bedside table.

"Stay barely drunk," he said.  "You don't want a headache in the morning."

"I think Apollo was exactly the way he was acting tonight.  He and Violet - " he cut himself off.  Clair had had enough of talking about Julian, and he knew the conversation would just turn back to that if he kept going.

"Maybe you should go to your own bed," he suggested.  "We can both get a decent night's sleep and annoy the hell out of everyone tomorrow morning by being all cheerful while they suffer."

The Ravenclaw was shining through him - oh, screw the House labels. She knew plenty of stupid Ravenclaws (ahem) and plenty of smart Gryffindors. More than a few Hufflepuffs were conniving and not every Slytherin was a total dick. It was a very telling thing that their school immediately divided and labeled every student within minutes of walking through. None of them ever stood a chance.

He was right, though. She had enjoyed herself and there would be plenty of carnage tomorrow to sift through. Being ahead of the curve could only add to her enjoyment.

Clair didn't want to talk about Apollo, and Margo didn't want to admit that she hadn't cared as much as she probably should have about the strange event. So they lapsed into a comfortable silence.

She hummed at his suggestion, thinking contentedly about her bed and how much she had earned a good night's sleep. "Good idea," she said. She rolled over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before hauling herself up to a sitting position, quickly stretching out her limbs, a yawn falling from her lips between the movement and the suggestion of sleep. She patted his knee as she stood and said, "You can keep the gin - don't forget you owe me a favor. Good night, Clair."