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Post by granton on May 22, 2012 20:15:10 GMT
 Granton had pretty much no idea what had happened the night before except from that, whatever it was, in involved a lot of drinking. That much was made clear from the sheer number of empty beer bottles that were on the table before him, and that wasn't even including all the ones left randomly around the room.
How the heck had he ended up in here? Of all the places to end a drunken night the Prefects Lounge made the least sense of all. Or maybe it didn't - maybe it made the most sense. A large room full of seats and sofas and restricted access. Or, at least it was supposed to be restricted - it wasn't like there was a password lock on the door or anything, just a lot of signs saying to keep out without permission. Anything that needed to be kept safe was locked somewhere inside the room itself and usually hidden behind charms. So yeah, maybe this was a good place for a party.
If only he could actually remember the party. Instead, he could remember a fuzzy, blurry haze and odd thoughts that were impossible to follow - like trying to catch smoke. Every time he thought he had the answer it slipped away again. Though, he did get the feeling that it was more than just alcohol numbing his senses and stealing his memory...
Looking around, Granton took in the mess with a sigh, running both hands through his already messy hair. This place was a mess of empty bottles, knocked stacks of paper, and general untidy. And it wasn't like this yesterday. They'd fairly made a mess of the place, whoever 'they' were. All Granton knew was that he had to tidy this place up before anyone saw it, and saw him in this state. It wouldn't look good at all, that was for sure.
Flopping back in the seat he let his eyes drift closed again. What he really wanted was to get rid of the pounding headache he'd acquired. Tidying could wait till later. His meeting with the head girl wasn't until-
Granton shot upright in the seat. Sh*t! His meeting with Lisette had been moved up and they were supposed to meet in here at 11. What time was it now? He looked to the clock. F*ck... It was already quarter to now, and knowing her she'd be early.
Hangover or no hangover, Granton needed to get this place cleared up, and fast. And... where the hell was his shirt?
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Post by lisette on May 29, 2012 14:08:15 GMT
 The morning had been fairly simple. Saturday was certainly getting off the right start. Lisette had woken rather early, due to falling asleep rather early as well. Truthfully, she hardly remembered the evening much. She had spent what felt like hours studying on the Hufflepuff dormitory couches. She had filled pages upon pages of parchment with scribbles before…she awoke safely within her four-poster. All that she could assume was that she had fallen asleep on the couch and her brother had taken her to bed. At least, that was her theory, considering her books had been stacked by her bed in an order she would not have left them in. Aside from that small bit of confusion, she had awoken feeling rather comfortable and refreshed. She had been worrying so much about her holiday homework the night before that suddenly now it seemed so distant.
She had woken well before her appointment with the Head Boy and had no care for touching her homework again so soon. So, she treated herself to a trip to the prefect’s bathroom, where the baths were more like luxurious Jacuzzis. After magically drying and styling her hair, she went to the great hall to eat breakfast. There was so much time to kill that she hardly knew what to do with herself. It took all her strength not to go sit in the prefect’s lounge and simply wait for Granton Cusatelli-Metzuko.
When finally ten o’clock came, she decided her time lingering in the great hall had come to an end. Taking her time, of course, Liz returned to the Hufflepuff dormitory only to retrieve her bag which contained her notes for the impending meeting and other writing materials. As she slowly made her way up toward the lounge, she considered all the things she could recall she wanted to discuss. First and foremost, there were plans to be made. But, she also wanted to discuss the prefect suggestions they would make at the end of term for the following year. Her thoughts were deep in a sea of the faces of possible candidates when she found herself at the door with only fifteen minutes left until time. She pushed the door open, rather proud of herself for taking so long to get there – strangely.
Lisette stood in the doorway completely dumbstruck. Of all things she expected to see in the Prefect’s lounge, she did not expect Granton to already be there, let alone see him shuffling around the room nervously. Apart from that… and the most shocking thing she discovered upon entering the room was the complete and utter mess the lounge had become since she last saw it. Her eyes wandered briefly over the loads of empty beer bottles before they settled on the Head Boy’s bare torso.
“What on earth…” came her voice in a mumble from behind him. It was the voice of disbelief.
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Post by granton on May 31, 2012 15:48:21 GMT
Granton’s first priority was getting rid of the beer bottles scattered about the room. That was the first piece of evidence of what had happened last night, despite not knowing the full details. There was so many bottles here that Granton knew there had been more people involved than just him. If he’d been alone and he’d drank this much? He’d be in a completely catatonic state right now, or at least have a much, much worse hangover.
There was a box, for some reason, that had been empty since they started the year, but had just been left on the floor next to a book shelf at the far side of the room. Grabbing it, he held it level with the table covered in bottles and just swept one arm across it, the bottles falling with a clatter into the box. A few stay bottles hit the floor and he threw them in after. Bloody hell…. Even with a box as big as this one it was nearly full! And that was only with the bottles from the table. There were still others around the room. He’d need to find somewhere for them…
Granton quickly put the glass filled box back where he’d got it from and turned to survey the room. Somewhere, there but be a shirt lying around but… why couldn’t he see it?
That had to be the least of his concerns. There were pillows everywhere. And…feathers? That surely meant a pillow had been ripped at some point. Oh heck… what had gone on in here? Well… at least he had a little bit of time to tidy up even if it would take a while… why was this taking so long? Granton pinched the bridge of his nose between forefinger and thumb and closed his eyes, sighing. This wasn’t a good start. Why did he feel like he was forgetting something?
His wand! Duh! Was he a wizard or wasn’t he a wizard? This whole mess could be cleaned up a heck of a lot faster if he just used mag- … his wand was gone. It wasn’t in the waistband of his pants where he usually left it. He swore loudly, turning back to the couch and running his hands in the gaps between the cushions frantically searching for it. If he could just find his wand he could vanish the bottles… accio the feathers back together somewhere… a simple wingardium leviosa would fix the problem with the scattered pillows… Then it was easy sailing after that. If he could find his wand.
The door opened behind him and Lisette’s voice followed, filled with all the shock and incredulity that he’d expected. Granton looked up quickly and saw her gaze skim around the room before settling on him. ”Don’t ask…”
Granton continued his search for his wand, lifting the cushions before moving on the look around the floor and the table. He had no idea how he was supposed to explain what had happened, but he knew it was wishful thinking to hope that she wouldn’t ask.
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