Astoria M. Greengrass (maps_astoria) wrote in greatergood_rpg, @ 2012-07-09 19:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: astoria greengrass, character: daphne greengrass, date: july 2001, place: hogsmeade |
RP: A revelation in the light of day
Date: 9 July 2001
Characters: Daphne and Astoria
Location: Aged Papers, Hogsmeade.
Public/Private: Private.
Summary: Astoria is hungover and goes to Daphne for moral support, Cormac-bashing, and... more alcohol?
Status: Complete
Astoria apparated into Hogsmeade with a loud 'pop' that rang loudly in her ears. She stumbled, feeling dizzy and nauseous both from apparating and from her hangover. After leaving Katie on Saturday, Astoria had gone straight home and to her liquor cabinet, which she'd apparently managed to empty out through the course of a day and a half. All she remembered was owling some old fling to keep her distracted, but she didn't remember much of what had happened after that. All she knew was that she'd woken in another man's bed on Monday morning feeling like absolute hell. Her head ached and she was pretty sure that breakfast, lunch, or dinner was a bad idea. Really, she just wanted another drink. But she couldn't keep drinking her sorrows away. It wasn't actually working. She had to talk to someone and the only person she could think of was Daphne. Cleon would be angry and unreasonable but maybe Daph could provide her with some insight. She didn't know what she was supposed to do. She couldn't decide whether to just owl Cormac and tell him for fuck off forever or to tell him in person, whether to go to Paris without him or with him. She just didn't know. They were supposed to be friends and that was it. So aside from the utter lack of respect that he'd shown her, why did it hurt so much?
Astoria groaned, deciding not to think about it now. Instead she focused on each step and on trying to shield her eyes from the sunlight despite the sunglasses that didn't seem to be making much of a difference. She glanced at herself in the window of Aged Papers before opening the door. She looked like terrible. Her hair was up in a messy bun and her robes were wrinkled. She would usually never leave her house looking that way. Astoria liked being polished and put together but instead she felt small and dirty even though she'd spent at least in hour in the shower, trying to scrub away the memory of Cormac. She just felt tired now. She didn't have the energy to be angry. She wanted to sleep for a long time.
"Daphne?" she called as she almost reached the counter, walking through the aisles slowly and grateful to be out of the harsh sunlight. Hopefully, Daphne had time to listen.