Post by mikaelablaze on Jan 4, 2010 20:41:11 GMT
The night had been great. Quidditch matches being won was always a good thing. The party started as soon as the entire team was there, the cheers echoing off the walls as each person entered. The drinks started appearing then, bottle after bottle of firewhiskey and butterbeer. There wasn't a soul that didn't have at least one firewhiskey, even the first years took a try of it, expect one seventh year. Mika Lutz. She wasn't a drinker, and she wasn't about to make a fool out of herself in front of the entire house of Gryffindor. She had a non-alcoholic butterbeer, but that was it. Soon after everyone was wasted, a singing contest started up, some sixth year blaring some muggle music. Her friends pressured her into standing on the 'stage', which was just the couch turned the opposite direction, and sing a simple song. She sang it, then another and another. Pretty soon, a little mini concert broke out, cheers running through the crowd as a fairly sober Potter girl joined her. Blaze had known the girl was a good dancer, so she invited her up.
The night had dragged on, running into the wee hours of the morning. Most slept late after nights like those, sleeping off all their headaches and the like. The one smart one, who hadn't had a sip of alcohol, woke up rather early, around ten o'clock. She was the only girl awake in her room, moving silently so the rest could sleep. She wondered absently if anyone would remember her singing, and begged they'd all be so smashed, they wouldn't remember a thing. She pulled on her black, baggy sweat pants and white Tee, before running a brush through her hair. She applied a small amount of foundation and blush, finishing her face off with mascara. She ran her fingers through her hair, using the soft drying gel to make her hair fly off in random points, before popping out of the room.
The walk to the Great Hall was peaceful, no shouting students who were running the corridors trying to get something to eat. She sighed, glad she'd gotten more sleep than her fellow house mates. When she pushed through the doors, the Gryffindor table as almost empty, a few first and seventh years who were as smart as she and had gotten the proper amount of sleep. She smiled at a few of them, finding herself an empty portion of table before sitting down. Grabbing some pumpkin juice, she began gathering her breakfast: scrambled eggs, toast, and a few pancakes. Life was sure good!
The night had dragged on, running into the wee hours of the morning. Most slept late after nights like those, sleeping off all their headaches and the like. The one smart one, who hadn't had a sip of alcohol, woke up rather early, around ten o'clock. She was the only girl awake in her room, moving silently so the rest could sleep. She wondered absently if anyone would remember her singing, and begged they'd all be so smashed, they wouldn't remember a thing. She pulled on her black, baggy sweat pants and white Tee, before running a brush through her hair. She applied a small amount of foundation and blush, finishing her face off with mascara. She ran her fingers through her hair, using the soft drying gel to make her hair fly off in random points, before popping out of the room.
The walk to the Great Hall was peaceful, no shouting students who were running the corridors trying to get something to eat. She sighed, glad she'd gotten more sleep than her fellow house mates. When she pushed through the doors, the Gryffindor table as almost empty, a few first and seventh years who were as smart as she and had gotten the proper amount of sleep. She smiled at a few of them, finding herself an empty portion of table before sitting down. Grabbing some pumpkin juice, she began gathering her breakfast: scrambled eggs, toast, and a few pancakes. Life was sure good!
