Some drunk had insulted a girl as a "Mudblood" while walking past the Three Broomsticks, to the point where he threatened to cut her hands off. Well, Donald couldn't let that kind of threat to someone's life and dignity go unpunished, and had had words with the drunkard. He had really been about two seconds away from just taking his broom and smashing it over the hostile old man's head, even as the old man threatened to use an unforgivable because, in his words, 'they'd let him off killing the filthy ones'.
Thankfully a less inebriated and much more clever customer of the bar had suggested a better alternative - a butterbeer drinking contest where the loser who passed out first never showed his face around the Broomsticks again and the winner got his drinks for free. Donald couldn't resist. It was in his blood somehow
...So how many glasses of butterbeer has Donald had thus far? Judging by the amount of mugs...a lot. Two dozen at least, to the complete amazement of the patrons and the pub's chantelaine. And still as lucid as a man who hadn't had a drop. As for the old wizard who had started the whole affair, well, he was nowhere to be found after his tenth mug.]
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Some drunk had insulted a girl as a "Mudblood" while walking past the Three Broomsticks, to the point where he threatened to cut her hands off. Well, Donald couldn't let that kind of threat to someone's life and dignity go unpunished, and had had words with the drunkard. He had really been about two seconds away from just taking his broom and smashing it over the hostile old man's head, even as the old man threatened to use an unforgivable because, in his words, 'they'd let him off killing the filthy ones'.
Thankfully a less inebriated and much more clever customer of the bar had suggested a better alternative - a butterbeer drinking contest where the loser who passed out first never showed his face around the Broomsticks again and the winner got his drinks for free. Donald couldn't resist. It was in his blood somehow
...So how many glasses of butterbeer has Donald had thus far? Judging by the amount of mugs...a lot. Two dozen at least, to the complete amazement of the patrons and the pub's chantelaine. And still as lucid as a man who hadn't had a drop. As for the old wizard who had started the whole affair, well, he was nowhere to be found after his tenth mug.]