Post by julielondon on Jan 31, 2009 23:57:09 GMT 1
Sunday nights were never a good time to start trying to write anything that required any form of thought. If fact, trying to write anything at 11 pm on any day was a bad idea. This in mind, one would think that Juliette London would think twice about trying to start her essay on Poisonous Magical Animals at such a late time. Truth was, she hadn't much of a choice. The 7-page essay was due in for the last lesson of the day, and seven pages would take around five hours or more for the Slytherin to complete. So she figured it would be a good idea to get started on it while she could. But the sixth year, being Juliette and fully knowing what she was like, had anticipated that she would become bored and lonely whilst writing, so she'd brought her bag of inhibriating and possibly illegal (in the school sense of the word) liquids to keep her company. Again, this would have roused some alarm bells in most people's minds, telling them that drinking would do nothing but hinder their progress, but Juliette constantly made a point to ignore these warnings.
Her choice of location was rather questionable, but easy to explain. In her mind, there couldn't have been a better place to sit down and work hard. In the Kitchens there was plenty of food, and plenty of little house elves that would jump at the chance to get it for you. This was the exact reason why she was laying across one of the large counters in the room, surrounded by sheets of paper, an empty bowl, a plate of chocolate (she wasn't sure why it was on a plate, but she didn't argue) and a several empty bottles of firewhiskey.
Four, to be exact. Soon to become five. She looked down the neck of the bottle in her hand with disdain, cursing her drinking habits in her mind. Years of pretty frequent, substantially heavy drinking had made her tolerance levels rise. In her third year, half a bottle of this stuff would have had her passed out in seconds. Now she'd managed five whole bottles and her mind wasn't even feeling "fuzzy". She was still able to think very clearly about Care of Magical Creatures, and even though this was the entire purpose of her being up so late, it was not something she wanted to be doing. With a sigh of annoyance, she reached for her bag, hoping to find something that would have a better affect on her.
All the alcohol seemed to have a slight affect on her, though. It may not have affected her thoughts in a very noticable way to her, but it had definitely affected her spacial awareness and her perceptions of how far away things were. One moment, she was reaching down for her bag, the next she found herself on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. She sat up, with a look of extreme confusion on her face, and found herself face-to-face with a wide-eyed house elf, staring anxiously back at her.
".. Do you think you could get me some toast?" She asked after a few minutes, noticing that her words were slurring slightly. The small elf nodded feverently, and dashed off to see to her request. Juliette smiled to herself, and dusted off her tights. Drinking and trying to do homework late at night might have been a bad idea, but at least she had food.
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Her choice of location was rather questionable, but easy to explain. In her mind, there couldn't have been a better place to sit down and work hard. In the Kitchens there was plenty of food, and plenty of little house elves that would jump at the chance to get it for you. This was the exact reason why she was laying across one of the large counters in the room, surrounded by sheets of paper, an empty bowl, a plate of chocolate (she wasn't sure why it was on a plate, but she didn't argue) and a several empty bottles of firewhiskey.
Four, to be exact. Soon to become five. She looked down the neck of the bottle in her hand with disdain, cursing her drinking habits in her mind. Years of pretty frequent, substantially heavy drinking had made her tolerance levels rise. In her third year, half a bottle of this stuff would have had her passed out in seconds. Now she'd managed five whole bottles and her mind wasn't even feeling "fuzzy". She was still able to think very clearly about Care of Magical Creatures, and even though this was the entire purpose of her being up so late, it was not something she wanted to be doing. With a sigh of annoyance, she reached for her bag, hoping to find something that would have a better affect on her.
All the alcohol seemed to have a slight affect on her, though. It may not have affected her thoughts in a very noticable way to her, but it had definitely affected her spacial awareness and her perceptions of how far away things were. One moment, she was reaching down for her bag, the next she found herself on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. She sat up, with a look of extreme confusion on her face, and found herself face-to-face with a wide-eyed house elf, staring anxiously back at her.
".. Do you think you could get me some toast?" She asked after a few minutes, noticing that her words were slurring slightly. The small elf nodded feverently, and dashed off to see to her request. Juliette smiled to herself, and dusted off her tights. Drinking and trying to do homework late at night might have been a bad idea, but at least she had food.
((Feel free to jump in, whether I've plotted with you or not ^^))