The second Tracey had left the other night, Heidi had waited all of about two minutes before breaking out the cocaine and booze. She knew, especially after all that had just happened that she shouldn't be doing that, but she craved it even more. After two lines adn a few drinks and tears later, Heidi had passed out on the couch.
Waking up the next day was a relief, since she didn't have any community service or practice that day. Instead, she flooed back to her home in Ireland to the private quidditch pitch and practiced there for a bit before returning to her own loft. Getting back, she realized that she would have a lot of cleaning to do, not wanting to be like last night and disappoint with all the drugs laying about.
Gathering all her drugs, she threw them in a shoebox which she promptly hid in her bedroom. Next, she gathered all the booze she had and hid it under the sink. Satisfied with the outcome, Heidi took a quick shower before changing into a red wifebeater and her boyshort knickers and crashed on the couch, still having plenty of time before Tracey came over.
Flipping on her tv, she flipped through the channels, finally settling on some cartoons. Hey, she was still a kid at heart. She was tempted to do just one line before Tracey got here, but she wanted to be completely sober. Waiting, she eventually fell asleep on the couch, still in her boyshort knickers and wifebeater, having left the door open for any visitors.