Post by zoya r. andersen on Apr 15, 2011 18:03:31 GMT -5
• I don't want to talk about it •
because I'm in love you
Zoya laid down on one of the emerald couches. It was around one in the morning and the majority of her other house-mates had all gone up to bed. She stared into the embers of the fireplace. The crackling of the flames was oddly comforting. The bottle of Vodka rested down on the floor by the couch that she was lying on. She had yet to open the bottle because she figured that maybe her roommate and best mate Welcester might want to join her or something.
She ran a hand through her blonde hair. Clad in a grey night-gown. Zoya had contemplated either retriving a book from her dorm or just going to bed, but then again, that was rather hard when one couldn't sleep. She had tried to sleep, but she couldn't and that was the reason for why she was here in the common room. Her thoughts drifted to last night. That drumstrang party that had been quite well. Hanging out with old friends, dancing, and listening to decent music. Vladislav had even provided Russian Vodka with she took the opportunity to drink and enjoyed it very much so. Zoya didn't know that by the end of the night she would be wishing that she hadn't gone. Vladislav had gotten drunk off of that stupid German beer of his and referred to her as a tease.
I'm not a tease..I'm not the one that cheated... Zoya thought. At that, she opened that bottle of Vodka and then poured herself a glass throwing the contents back. She relished in the burning sensasation that rushed down her throat. Why did she even still care about him anyhow? She was well aware of the fact that Krum had a reputation with women.
A year of dating obviously meant nothing to him. She wouldn't sleep with him and maybe that's why he decided to shag some stupid Drumstrang sixth year - last year. The very memory of it all only pissed her off and caused her pain. Then again, Zoya wasn't one to allow anyone to see her vulnerable. She fueled all of her pain and saddness into anger. She cursed him, under her breath, over and over.
Her stoic gaze reflected in the shadows of her silhouette back aganist the wall. She broke up with him. Why was she so miserable? She was fine with it. She had thought that she'd moved on, but then when they two of them were thrown into this ridiculous school. That would never compare to Drumstrang. When she became captain and chaser for her school's team here at Hogwarts and he snagged a position as Beater. When she saw him at almost every turn as though she could never get away from hi. No matter how hard she tried to.
It hurt.
She tried to convience herself that she was bullet-proof.
But she was very wrong.
Out of the corner of her eye. Zoya caught sight of a familiar blonde French girl. She looked up over the couch and managed a small smile. "Brigitte, join me..I have vodka." she said somberly.
WORDS 660
TAGGED Brigitte
OUTFIT Grey nightgown with her blonde hair down and fuzzy frog slippers.
NOTES This'll be fun
CREDIT PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
