Eliot's always had a friendly relationship with substances, both magical and mundane. What's a few drinks every night (plus a few more throughout the day), or a couple sneaky bumps between classes to keep him sharp?

Lately, though, he's starting to lose track of himself. He's realizing that the bulk of his charm and courage comes in liquid or powdered form, and that maybe his blasé substance abuse isn't a consciously-developed character quirk anymore so much as an emotional crutch.

Eliot + any character / gimme reluctant, awkward angst and honest conversations