Who: Sally-Anne and Open to anyone willing to comfort a drunk, crying Slytherin.
What: Lani is freaking out after hearing that her sister is dead.
Where: Near the Lake
When: Saturday evening.
Rating: R, for swears, mention of death/suicide
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Sally-Anne was having extreme difficulty keeping herself from crying as she all but stumbled her way outside the castle and onto the grounds. She was shaking, one hand gripping her journal tightly to her chest over the strap of her bag while the other clutched at the bag resting on her hip. Her grasp was tight and more an attempt to keep the bottle of firewhiskey from somehow falling loose and breaking on the ground than anything. Her vision was blurred by the tears threatening to fall, but she adamantly told herself that Perks do not cry, not even when their sisters die. It sounded false, even to her, and nearing the same tree she had once spoke with Mandy Brocklehurst under she all but fell to the ground.

Hardly wincing at the pain in her knees, especially the left since it seemed she had landed on a sharp rock embedded in the grass, Sally-Anne couldn't contain herself any longer. Her tears fell forth like water bursting from a dam. A tightening occurred in her chest, and she found that breathing was becoming more and more difficult. The journal dropped to the ground at the same moment that her first sob escaped her. A shaky hand dug into her bag, retrieving the bottle of firewhiskey and the moment it was uncapped, Sally-Anne brought it to her lips. The burn of it didn't bother her. Her mind was far from being present.

Not more than twenty minutes before Sally-Anne had returned to her dormitory to find her Aunt's owl waiting for her with a letter. The letter was short, but very clear. Elizabeth, Sally-Anne's eldest sister was dead and it had not had anything to do with her health issues. At first Sally-Anne had stared in disbelief at the letter, not wanting to believe it was true but then every letter she had recieved over the past few weeks came to her mind. Dora had said over and over that Elizabeth's behavior had been scaring her, that she'd become obsessed with her own death and that she'd become a different person. Luckily, the girls' dormitory was empty except for her.

The panic set in slowly. She'd sat on her bed staring blankly at the wall, then the letter had dropped from her hand onto her bed. Belinda, her cat, meowed and broke Sally-Anne's trance and then she felt her heart begin to beat faster. The room suddenly felt too small for her, and she'd nearly fell on the floor in her hurry to find the bottle of firewhiskey buried in her trunk. Too many thoughts were racing through her mind, and she just wanted something to take it away. Firewhiskey seemed a brilliant idea. Until she'd taken three or so long swigs. Then she just felt dizzy, confused, scared and trapped. That's when the idea of leaving the castle altogether came to mind. After scribbling a poorly hexed journal entry, Sally-Anne shoved a quill, ink, and the bottle of firewhiskey into her bag.

She'd ignored everyone in the commonroom, somehow managing to keep her emotions off her face. Now, sitting beneath the tree, she was trembling and it had nothing to do with the slight chill to the air. Her tears fell continuosly and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop the awful sounds she was making. She continued to tell herself that it wasn't true, biting her lip so hard that she made it bleed. It did nothing to alleviate the sick feeling in her stomach and in her present state a forest troll could have trudged past her and she wouldn't have noticed, but somewhere in the back of her mind she desperately wished that someone would come, even a troll.