Hayley Radcliffe is strictly hands-off (glovedup) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-01-20 11:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | daemon sadi, rogue |
Who: Sol and Hayley
What: Foiling a poorly-planned escape attempt
Where: Aubade 501
When: Last Sunday morning, early, after the Big Band mixer
Warnings: Failey is failing
The only reason that Hayley woke up so early was that she hadn't really slept. The bourbon sloshed about in her stomach, keeping her nauseous and semi-conscious throughout the night. By the time the digital clock beside her bed read "4:49 am" in neon green numbers, she was no longer drunk, but the hangover was coming. Pressing a hand to her forehead, she let out a whimper, closing her eyes. Though she couldn't remember every specific event from the night before, she could remember the important things. Draining that boy, realizing who he was, and texting Evie.
She was an idiot.
As realization dawned on her, she dragged her hands over her face, letting out a low sigh. She had to get out of there. Once she was gone, she could figure things out. Voldemort hadn't cut her off yet, which meant she should be able to find somewhere to stay at least temporarily. The Hamartia couldn't be the only shitty, cheap apartment complex in all of Seattle. She'd find another, and everything would be fine again.
Not daring to turn on the light, she very slowly moved about the room, picking up her clothes and stuffing them into her rucksack. After changing into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, she pulled on her gloves and tied her hair up in a ponytail. She felt bad, really, about leaving Evie like this. After Luc's departure, this would only be salt in a wound. But she had to do this. If she stayed here long enough, Voldemort would find out, and she didn't want that. No matter how often Evie reminded her of her father and Sol's might, Voldemort would always overpower them in Hayley's mind. He was the past, the present, and the future. He was unstoppable.
Turning her doorknob, she slowly opened her bedroom door, tiptoeing out. The apartment was quiet and dark, save for a dim light coming from what seemed to be the kitchen. Peering around a corner, Hayley held her breath as she looked inside to see Sol pacing back and forth in front of the counter, kitchen light on. Covering her mouth, she glanced about, realizing that she had to pass before the kitchen to reach the door. She took a deep breath and watched him, waiting until it seemed his back was turned before making a move.