ANGELINA JOHNSON (swarthy) wrote in contentious, @ 2008-12-23 00:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | angelina johnson |
Who: Angelina Johnson and ?
When: 23 December, 2001
Where: Hogsmeade
What: Angelina is ruminating and drinking.
Rating: Dunno yet.
Warnings: Dunno yet
Status: Incomplete - Open to Anyone
She had one. Two. Seven. Yes, Seven drinks before stumbling out in the alley way between the Hog's Head and the next shop. She had this thing about smoking up public. She didn’t like people to know she did it. She couldn’t do it inside. People might have known she had a habit of filling her lungs with smoke when they weren’t looking. Some people ate when they were upset about something and she got shit-faced and smoked until her lungs hurt. It was her pattern and it had less emotional consequences than being a whore. She knew a few people that did that to work out their issues. It wasn’t her. It wasn’t her at all.
She could have just owled Barney and asked him to come over. His enthusiasm about everything had this way of rubbing off on her. It was hard to not be happy when he was around. It was contagious. The problem was that he always left and the darkness rolled back in. He didn’t begin to know half of what went on inside her. She sort of wished he did. Maybe he’d have a fighting chance of saving himself. She was pretty sure eventually she was going to leave him as fucked up as she was. She didn’t want to leave him like that. It was easier to smile, nod and act like he put everything into place.
The only time she ever was really able to forget was when she was by herself flying. That was why she threw herself into designing brooms. She was a damn good worker and having to work got her out of awkward Christmas invites or conversations with people that she didn’t particularly want to have. She’d gotten a Christmas Owl from Molly Weasley earlier in the day (before her Secret Santa struck) and it sent her into the downward spiral. Pucey being an inconsiderate prat had only put her down faster. The thing about her war scars were that they kept coming back to haunt her.
She let out the smoke in puffs finishing one just short of hearing steps nearby. She threw it to the ground and used her boots to make sure it was out before trying to make herself look calm and collected. She was just getting fresh air. Yes, fresh air!