Alvin hadn't the foggiest if Sloane would come around or not, or what she and Harrison were up to, but as long as they stuck together, he supposed he wouldn't worry. He glanced off in that direction again, but didn't see hide nor hair of them, so he supposed they had meandered off for the moment.

"Ah yes, I suppose it can be," Alvin had used to place small best on broom racing and quidditch games in his younger years, but that was before money became a little more precious and he had better things to do with it. Like save as much of it as he could. "Been a long time since I have, though." He admitted, scratching the back of his head with his good hand. Alvin had quit a lot of things in life that no longer suited him; drinking, gambling, painting things he hated. It was all of the better in the long run, but sometimes he itched for a drink. It had been the worst when Sloane was missing, but every once in a while he found himself thinking about just having even a pint. He wouldn't, but he wanted to.

"Harmless enough, as long as one is reasonable with it." People got into deep trouble if they were not very restrained, but he thought every once in a while ought to be fine. "Truthfully I wouldn't even know how best to choose in this case." The whole thing was very foreign to him.