Drinking Games Harry Potter Novels & Stories

she giggled. “It's a drinking game” Tanner cut in “two people hold their breath and see who can last the longest the loser takes a shot wanna go next Mj” Dante shot Tanner a death glare but he ignored him and walked over to a set of kitchen cupboards to retrieve shot glasses. “Umm no thanks” Mj said scrunching her nose. “How about we play a real drinking game?”Mj asked, and to everyone's surprise it was Ace who answered her, “And what do you suggest princess,” he laughed almost mockingly

The strategy worked when Gilda beamed at a potential customer and excused herself to go to the potion room in the back to find a few vials to recommend. Zen was free to dump slime eyes into the drink with her coffee sitting innocently at the counter unattended. The moment they touched the coffee, the eyes sizzled and melted into nothingness. Startled, Zen wondered if this was the game version of a roofie. As expected of games designed for Mafiosi! How scary… Gilda returned with an armful of concoctions, much to Zen’s horror as some bubbled with a foul smell. He had no idea if he would die after drinking them, even if they could help defeat the big pink slime.

We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads. I sit with a bowl of popcorn in my hand and our drink while he starts the movie. I forgot the straws so i get up but harry grabs my wrist and stops me. "Where are you going ,claire?" he asks. "To get the straws for the drink." I say and roll my eyes. "There's no need for straws" He says. "Then how will we drink it? . I mean there is only one glass but if you want to share -" I am halfway done with my words but harry stops me midway by placing his finger on my lips and shushing me.

But recovers. “She’s jealous because you threw me a party.” Her eyes narrow. “She hates not being the center of attention.” I don’t respond. “Let’s play a game,” Ivy announces, voice rising. “Ivy…” “Come on,” she says sweetly, eyes wide. “Just one round. It’s my party.” “A drinking game?” Jace asks. “Never Have I Ever,” Ivy says. “But reversed. If you haven't done it, you drink.” “No,” I say firmly. “It’s late. We should probably head home.”

I say to him, feeling a bit sheepish that I must seem so high maintenance to him, creating such a silly fuss over a drink. "Anytime, my little bird." He says, winking at me. My cheeks flush a hot red, and my heart flutters. I take a sip of my cool, refreshing drink just to keep myself from melting under his beautiful gaze. We gather around the table, and Ed races down to Irish Ink to get two more chairs so that we all have a spot to sit. "We should play a drinking game," Gabby suggests after dinner, and the others all agree. "King of Cups?"

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

Alexander tightened his grip on his glass, not liking the scenario at all. Becca stayed silent, listening to Phil carefully whispering into her ear, “You smell delicious, sweetheart.” He offered her the glass filled with animal blood. “Since the potion is in you, maybe it will come out if you drink the blood. Do you want to drink the fresh lion’s blood?” Becca inhaled the smell of the blood, finding it tempting. “Phil, she shouldn’t drink blood,” Alexander said to his brother, who avoided him and focused on Becca.

“It would be such a shame to leave these bottles unfinished. Stay! Why don’t we play a drinking game?” Argent stood her ground, unmoving, still blocking Lucas in like a predator toying with its prey. Lucas’s wide eyes darted between Hound and the empty bottles scattered around them. His hands trembled, his facade of composure cracking. He swallowed hard, barely steadying his voice as he inquired, “It would be a shame indeed. What do you have in mind?” A low chuckle escaped Hound’s lips, his tone playful yet menacing. “A simple game really. Truth, dare, or drink half a bottle in one sitting.”

ROWAN’S POV A drinking game. That’s my suggestion. Thanks to the wine I had brought along with me— magically enhanced by another one of Mitch’s special spells—the double date crew gets drunk in only a matter of minutes. I take great pleasure in watch them fall under the influence of my special brew. We’re playing the guessing game, having moved the party to the living room. Aiden is currently trying to do an impression of a comedian while Willow tries to guess what it is.