Alex Weasley (notyourfred) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-11-18 19:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 11, character: fred alex weasley |
Hair of the dog.
Who: Alex Weasley
Where: His room, the Meadows
When: Late night
Rating/Warnings: Teen drinking
Summary: Alex gets a craving and finds a leftover drop.
Alex turned restlessly in his bed, unable to sleep. He'd finished his homework, played at reading a book, sat with Mona on the sofa. They'd toyed with the chess pieces but not really played, until it was time for bed.
And now he lay, hands shaking in the dark, desperately wanting a drink. He didn't think he needed it, really, but how he wanted it. The sweetness, the chilly sting. The warm flush that would put him to sleep.
He slid from his bed and headed for the wardrobe, starting a slow search through the things there. An old school bag. A backpack full of sweets. A box with pictures and souvenirs. He searched methodically, not missing a single place where he might have hidden something.
And finally, success. He slid his hand into the pink duffel he'd taken to camp, sighing as his fingers met the cool curve of glass. Vanilla. He'd forgot about the little bottle, and it lay here among shorts and t-shirts he'd not needed since camp. Alex looked at the label for a very long time before twisting off the top and tipping the bottle to his lips.
It was as sweet as he remembered, and burned just as deliciously. He drank, then again, and once more before the little bottle was empty, then tapped it with his wand to Banish it neatly. He pushed the bag back into the wardrobe and walked slowly back to bed, crawling in among the rumpled covers and snuggling with his pillow in the wave of ensuing warmth.
Much better.