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Post by charity on Apr 23, 2012 19:06:58 GMT
Charity giggled happily to herself as she made her way up the cobble-stone path that would take her back to Hogwarts. It wasn't very often that she would sneak out of the school and go into the village, but whenever she did it always ended up a great night.
She began to sing some random muggle nursery rhyme that she'd learnt in class as she walked up, arms straight out at her side, eyes on the ground, trying not to step on the cracks. Between lines she would wobble in her heels on the uneven ground, giggle to herself, and then keep going. Her mind however, kept drifting back to the night she'd just left behind.
There'd been a group of visitors in the village - explorers who were backpacking across Europe together visiting wizarding villages. She couldn't quite catch where exactly they were from, but she was pretty sure they were american. But who cared about that? They'd been young and hot, the oldest of the group no older then 21. To say that Charity had been in her glory surrounded by the guys had been an understatement, but, she'd eventually decided that she'd better head back to the school and leave the guys to 'do their thing' with out her. The last thing she needed was to wake up in the morning still in the village and in the bed of one of these random explorers. That was one walk of shame she didn't want to experience.
Now she was headed back to the school and finally on her own, she was just starting to realize just how drunk she was actually feeling. Though for the walking straight? She was totally blaming that on the heels. Those things were killer.
The entrance doors loomed ahead of her and she stopped singing, cocking her head to one side of look at it. "Abracadabrarab!" She said, wiggling her fingers towards the door before bursting into another fit of giggles. Her alcohol-fussled mind couldn't quite remember the proper muggle magic words that she'd been told about, so she improvised a bit.
Charity finally managed to remember that if she actually wanted to get inside and go to bed, that she' d have to actually open the door. "Oh, doop." She reprimanded herself, throwing her arms wide and spinning in a circle. When she'd had a drink even she didn't understand her own reasons for doing things. She twisted the door handle and pulled hard, blowing a kiss at it as the door swung open. She slipped inside and was greeted by silence.
"Do bop, be doo be doo be! Do bop be doo!" She began to spin in circles again in some weird little song and dance of her own creation. It didn't even pass her mind that she should stay quiet if she didn't want to be caught and found, but then, did she care? She was having so much fun!
She stopped the spinning, wobbling only slightly before she started walking intentionally in circles, eyes on the pattern engraved into the ground that she was following. "Be doo doo, be doo doo. Bap bap badoo!"
Charity was paying so much attention to the pattern she was following on the ground that she didn't even notice the suit of armor she was quickly approaching near the entrance down to the dungeons. Looking up last second she was caught off guard and stumbled sideways, crashing into something else, or rather, someone.
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Post by severussnape on Apr 23, 2012 20:28:27 GMT
 It was late. Maybe a little bit too late for his liking.But seeing as he had detention that night it wasn't un-normal for someone to come out of a classroom so late. Trudging down the steps from one of the floors he didn't even care if he was caught after the curfew. After all he had a very good reason to be. He thought he heard someones voice but waved it off as a ghost. As he got to the last step into the entrance hall he now knew that the voice wasn't a ghost. Something familiar about it caught his attention and curiousness got the better of him.
Walking towards the entrance to the dungeons he didn't even have the time to cast some light on before he was bumped into. Almost but not entirely landing him on the ground. Thankfully though he kept his footing. Looking down at the person..no female that was almost clinging to him. Taking in her appearance he knew she was drunk. Lifting her up onto her feet as best he could he smiles."Drunk again Charity?"His voice soft but with a laughter in it.
After all he knew how she got when she was drunk.So if he can possibly just walk her to her common room without having to deal with her flirtiness or worse kisses he would be in golden water. He only thought of her as a friend. Sure she was hot but he only had eyes for one Lily Evans. |
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Post by charity on Apr 26, 2012 21:40:54 GMT
Charity stumbled in the dark, narrowly avoiding a noisy collision with a suit of armor, which in turn led her to a collision with another body. Losing her balance, she couldn't even begin to get her feet back underneath her, so she was glad that whoever it was she'd connected with had a little more balance than her.
Now there was a voice she certainly recognized. "Hey Sevy-sev-sev!" Charity burst into a fit of giggles, righting her self on her heels and wrapping her arms around his neck, sending him a grin. "Me? Drunk? Don't so be silly."
If there was one thing that people remembered her for, it was her overuse of random and ridiculous pet names, and her invasion of personal space. And that was usually when she was sober. Add a drink and not quite everyone could deal with her...
She giggles again, leaning the top part of her body back a bit to look at him, head cocked to one side as she did so. "What are you doing out so late? I've never took you to be a party boy." Grinning, she ran one hand into his hair, leaning back closer again, a huge grin on her face.
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