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There were few times in the past that the proud Roubsouay male had given into his temptations and had left the security of the castle in order to head to the Three Broomsticks in order to partake in the bitter liquid nectar that made all of his problems disappear for a short while. Because this was his final year at Hogwarts, the pressure was on for him to prove that he was suited for his future life as the head of the Roubsouay family, a position that he was to take upon his graduation. He was expected to be brilliant, surpassing all others that were related to him in marks, athletics and pretty much everything else that could be compared and because he was part of such a large and well respected family, the pressure was doubled. He had to surpass people that were older than he was, people that had already accomplished far more than he could ever hope to and for the first time in his life he could feel his ego deflate. He could not compare to Maung, who had made Head Boy and Quidditch captain as well as making some of the highest marks in the Gryffindor house. He could not compare to Edward who had been prefect, head boy and had even managed to graduate at the top of his year. He could not surpass Xayden, the quidditch captain and the winner of the Triwizard tournament. He just could not do it, he would be even more miserable than he already was if he tried to because he already knew that he would fail miserably.

If that truly was not enough, there was talk amongst his advisors about him needing a future wife and rather than he being placed into an arranged marriage as what was common, his father had decided that he would allow him to take his own bride, to choose the woman that would bear the next Roubsouay family heir. She would need to be a pureblooded witch that held traits that would ensure a strong male would be born to them and to their family. Hundreds upon hundreds of years of tradition, of power and of wealth depended on him and on the choice he made and he very well knew that the wrong choice would cost him dearly. His choice would affect his family as well as the many different families that were tied to his own, he could not afford to screw up. A groan left his throat as his hand moved to rub at his forehead which had begun to ache with his stress.
" What am I going to do? I cannot put this off forever." He murmured quietly to himself, ordering a Firewhiskey from the barmaid, chugging the liquid down quickly before ordering another one and sighing. He needed to stop stressing out, he needed to stop worrying about it. This, like everything else was just a game and while it was taking longer than others for him to complete, he knew that in the end that he would win. Gulping down his drink he could feel the warm buzz of the liquid rushing through his body and with his worries forgotten, he called to the barmaid. " Another one over here for me, m'lady!" Oh, but he did not want to drink alone! Glancing around, his gaze fell onto the person that was sitting next to him, giving them a friendly smile before speaking to them. " And another one of whatever it is that this person was drinking, on me!" After he had finished ordering, he smiled again at the person, holding out a hand to them. " Zay Roubsouay is the name, I know that it's stupid and that it kind of rhymes but you work with what you got. Hope you don't mind that I ordered you another drink, it's on me of course. It's just not fun drinking alone." The alcohol had already began to work it's magic making him much more social and friendly and while he was having fun now, there was one thing that was certain.

He was going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning.

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