WHO: Hannah Abbott, Michael Corner WHERE: Club on Knockturn WHEN: Evening, Sunday 15th September, 2001
Hannah had had very specific plans for this evening. Goals, you might even say. The first being to get as drunk as humanly possible. The second, to dance and sweat and generally attempt to fucking enjoy herself. And the third, to find someone pointless and beautiful and bereft of meaning to go home with because she just couldn't shake the memory of having sex with Humphrey and how much she had loved him.
Even if the feelings hadn't been real, sex like that, feelings like that, marriage, they were meant to be sacred. They were for Justin and nobody else and she'd promised herself that long ago. And having broken that promise made her feel ill. Actually ill.
But now she was so tired of feeling sad and wretched and guilty. She just wanted to, to break something. She wanted to punish herself. But, more than that, she wanted to replace the memories of that fucking love potion induced madness with something empty.
She was already several drinks in when she ran into Michael at the bar. She'd sort of ditched her friends when they'd arrived, not wanting to listen to Wayne moan about how awful it was to have a family who wanted to meet your girlfriend. "Having fun?"