Robin kicks his feet out on the roof of this mansion and tips the bottle of cheap whiskey down his throat. Is it weird to come to a high school party when you're a full-blown adult in Auror training and all? Like, maybe, but Robin has to be back at Area 51 like tomorrow probably and he wants to be there with a hangover.

He passes the bottle to his right. "Y'all see Virgil's last insta?" he asks, downright beaming with pride. "My boy's a fuckin' celebrity."