Who: Angelina Weasley, Seamus Finnegan What: Drunking. Yes. Drunking. Where: An empty Divination classroom When: Wednesday evening Rating: High for language Status: In progress
Asking Maisie to fetch the photo albums had been a bad idea. So was asking the elf to bring clothes. Angelina had spent the afternoon sobbing in the Runes classroom as she paged through family pictures, and now she was wearing an old hoodie of George's (it still smelled like him) and sitting on the floor with a box of chocolate chip cookies, drinking straight from a bottle of firewhiskey. She had started out with tequila, but she and George had hosted a "margarita party" a few weeks before the virus hit, and it had been mostly gone. Now, the empty bottle was laying on its side on the floor near her feet. The photo albums were all closed and stacked on a desk, and she had put all the clothes back in the suitcase except the jumper she had "adopted" for the evening.
Her tears had dried up hours ago. Now, she was pleasantly numb and more than a little bit drunk. Certainly drunk enough that she would regret it the following morning, but she really couldn't bring herself to give a damn. Maisie had also brought George's Wireless/Record Player from the shop. Since there was no one around to deejay on the wireless, all the stations were obviously dead, but she had a stack of Weird Sisters albums handy.
A song she liked came on, and she started to sing along with it. And then, the Sisters started singing about love, and that kind of hurt. The band was obviously trying to screw with her buzz. "SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING RECORD," she yelled, leaning forward to pick up the empty bottle of tequila, hurling it at the record player. She missed – a true testament to her drunkenness, because Angelina did NOT throw incomplete passes – and the bottle hurtled through the air, out the open classroom door, and smashed on the wall in the hallway.
"SORRY!" she yelled. She wasn't really apologizing to a wall, but people might be out there. That wouldn't be good.