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Post by evangeline elizabeth parkinson on Nov 23, 2012 23:18:07 GMT -5
It was two o'clock in the afternoon, but Evangeline didn't care about the time. She was going to drink, and cry, until she could do no more. The letter had arrived, and emotions raged through her like a river. A Death Eater? Gus was going to be a Death Eater. Without discussing it with her first? It was dangerous! To tell her in a letter of all things, was simply unacceptable. She had half a mind to march right out of school, find him, and slap him across the face. That's when she began to cry instead. She found herself in The Room of Requirement, with countless bottles of firewhiskey she had stashed away. The first one was gone within minutes.
Truth be told, Evangeline had been thinking about looking into becoming a Death Eater as well. It wasn't uncommon at this time. People were choosing sides, the storm was coming. She was hurt beyond belief however that he didn't tell her in person. Or at least ask her what she thought. They didn't make large decisions ever since they'd met without discussing it with each other first.
Another bottle gone. What if he got hurt? What if he was killed? What if for some reason The Dark Lord didn't think he was good enough? Thought he was expendable and sent him on a suicide mission? Tears streamed down her face as fearful, worried sobs shook her body. Gus was family. He was her love. Her one true love. She couldn't bear to lose him. Three bottles later and she was hiccuping instead of crying. She wiped the tears from her eyes and stood up, beginning to pace. Another swig, another hiccup. Another bottle gone. A little wobbly, another swig. A little stumble, a crash onto a couch, another swig. Another bottle gone, and a fuzzy headed black out.
When Evangeline woke up it was midnight. She was supposed to have started her rounds two hours ago. Instead she headed for the prefects' bathroom to clean up. A steamy shower seemed like a good thing to clear her head at this moment in time. She didn't run into any prefects or the head boy while on her way there, and she didn't bother locking the door behind her when she entered, it was doubtful that anyone would be up that late to shower or bathe anyway. She started the huge tub with some hot water and mulit-colored bubbles, and she sank into it. The bubbles cascaded over her in waves, and she sighed, finally able to relax a bit and try to clear her head. Taking a breath, she submerged herself completely under the warm soapy water.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2012 16:56:18 GMT -5
As much as his friends would probably think otherwise, Remus really didn't mind it when he was partnered with one of the Slytherin Prefects to make his round around the school. Sure, there might have been some Slytherin-Gryffindor tensions; but he was a professional, and this went beyond Quidditch Pitch or house point rivalries. He wasn't about to become best friends with any of them, likely - but he it wasn't four hours spent debating whether or not to hex each other. It was a job, pure and simple.
What did irk him, however, was when his assigned patrolling partner didn't even bother showing up. He made an effort to be punctual, and apologized profusely if he ever did run a few minutes behind to whoever he was set to make his rounds with. But today, he had waited almost a half hour before he finally realized that Parkinson just...wasn't going to show up. It was too late to call someone else in. He had simply gone off on his own - which wasn't the best idea.
Now, as the school clock chimed midnight, Remus was sore, frustrated, and worried that really - and quite embarrassed at how he had treated the third year Hufflepuffs he had found in the dungeons. (But really...as he had tried to explain to Professor Sprout...how was HE supposed to know they were just trying to get into their common room?) His feet ached...hell, everything ached...and now he reeked of vinegar, so he was almost certain to wake up one of his friends where he to head up to Gryffindor tower to try and shower it off.
So off to the Prefect's bath with him. Indulge in a bit of a soak and then sleep off his frustration so he could bring it up to at the next Prefect meeting as to why everyone needed to make their bloody rounds. He grumbled the password, not even bother to conjure up a light as he reached for a fluffy towel hanging on a rack by the door before he turned around and noticed that the room was...bubblier than it usually was.
"Whose there?" Merlin, did someone leave the taps running again? Just his luck, wasn't it. But at least nothing had overflowed. That would have been a wonderful ending to a miserable night. Scrunching up his nose, he did his best to inhale through his mouth from then on - as the stench of acidic vinegar clashed with the more flowery bath smells.
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