Guy let out a sigh.
"what the crap is this drink anyway, it taste like fox vomit"
he had never had alcohol before, and a few third years talked him into a drinking competition, whish he barley won, at a cost. 
He sat down, catching his breath as he was surrounded by xolou's usual crew. He was becoming claustrophobic, and a little nervous. He felt himself blushing as he covered his face. He was still thinking about all the mistakes he made sparing, and still wanted to say sorry.