Post by elizabethdugger on May 16, 2010 7:25:35 GMT
Things seem like an illusion
b u t i t s t h e c o r n e r s o f m y m i n d t h a t s c a r e m e.
Everything hurt. Everything from her head down to her fingernail beds. It took all of Elizabeth's energy to thrust herself out of bed. Memories of the previous night flushed around her mind and unfortunately only in bits and pieces which she couldn't string together. Having no idea what you had done was the worst part of drinking, even more dreadful than the hangover. She always loathed having to hear what she had done from other people. From the few scattered memories she could remember, she hadn't completely made an ass of herself which was always a plus. However, alcohol generally caused her to think she was too awesome to make mistakes. How misleading. She honestly hadn't mean to drink as much as she did but sometimes that was just the way the cookie crumbled.
It hadn't been a really big party, just a few people who were bored. Most of the attendees had been people she knew, generally people she partied with a lot. But there had been a few people whom she hadn't known and now could hardly remember them. In the pictures form her memory, where their faces should have been was just a blurred area. Her initial decision to not drink heavily had been mainly due to the fact that it wasn't exactly a raging part. However, somewhere down the line she must have realized that it was a Friday night and there was no reason to hold back. Oh how she wish she had. Her entire body was aching.
Food was just what she needed. After a quick glance at her watch, Libby realized she'd managed to sleep right through breakfast. Thankfully it was lunchtime though. Normally, she would have taken a shower and put some time into her appearance but she didn't have that sort of patience. Throwing her hair up in a ponytail, she glanced in the mirror, seeing traces of the make up she'd worn the night before. All in all, she didn't look absolutely horrible so she left her dormitories without giving the mirror a second glance.
Elizabeth was on a mission. It didn't take long to reach the Great Hall, given that she was practically running towards it. Or well, moving as fast as her hungover body would allow. The noise in the Great Hall did nothing to appease her throbbing headache. After sitting down at the Slytherin table, she began piling her plate with practically everything in front of her. She'd always been one to have the appetite of a fifteen year old boy, she loved food. She let out a low groan over the sudden pain she felt in her head. This was going to be a rough Saturday.
Notes:
Music: 'runnin' down a dream' - tom petty
Word Count: 447