Victoire. (vforvictoire) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-04-23 23:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | victoire weasley, x-sirius black |
WHO: Sirius Black and Victoire Weasley
WHERE: Sirius' place (#13)
WHEN: Wednesday, 23 April, daytime
WHAT: Hangover. Day-drinking. The usual Wednesday.
RATING: Mid-level for sloshiness?
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete
Victoire wasn't one to drink on her own. No matter how bad a day she was having, she never returned to her bedroom, dug around until she found a smuggled bottle of vodka, and drowned her sorrows. The only time she ever had much to drink at all was with other people, but given her age, which was steadfastly in that weird in-between place that she couldn't overcome - she didn't often have an easy time of finding drinking buddies.
Cue Sirius Black. It was odd having him back at a younger age; he had been the first friend she'd really lost here, only to have return, and now she understood why so many people had been awkward around her when she'd come back after dying. It was weird. It was really fucking weird, and sometimes she had to remind herself that this was a different Sirius, one who didn't know her nearly as well as she thought she knew him. She had to explain things again, and that was perfectly all right, really - his company was worth a few extra words. In the end, she was grateful he didn't seem to mind her hanging around, and even though he was a younger version of himself, they could still be friends.
One thing that hadn't changed was them getting pissed together. And though Victoire showed up at Sirius' house stone-cold sober, by the time she passed out that night - on his floor, or so she assumed, because that was where she woke up - she was so drunk that she could barely remember they were in a displaced village at all. Which was exactly how she liked it.
The hangover the following morning had been brutal. The worst she could remember, really, and she spent most of it lying very still and trying to pretend everything around her didn't exist. So apparently her decision not to drink much back home had been a smart one - pity she wouldn't remember this hangover when she returned, in case she ever got any bright ideas.
Figuring her mother wouldn't be pleased if she came home in the middle of the day in yesterday's clothes, she stayed where she was, hoping Sirius didn't mind too much. She did cook lunch, so there was that - and everything seemed to be going swimmingly, at least until her sister's note came about the so-called 'essay' she'd dashed off the night before and owled in.
"You'd think having a sister as a professor would be helpful, but nope," said Victoire with a heavy sigh as she spread out on the couch. A little post-lunch hair of the dog to keep the hangover at bay. "I really don't see the point of this anyway. I'm of age, for one. And two, anything I learn will be forgotten the instant I disappear again - and let's be honest, I apparently pop in and out enough to give anyone a headache. But it's either this or working with produce all day, so here we are."