LET'S KILL TONIGHT

[lauren n. wood]

WALKING AROUND ALONE

[/color][/font] was never really anything that challenged lauren mentally. she wasn’t afraid of the typical hogsmeade crowd, or the overzealous passerby who often stumbled out of the hog’s head with leftover firewhiskey glistening on their buzzing, smirking lips. she was more than capable of handing herself out here. sure, hogwarts professors and her parents would probably look down upon her for traveling alone, but they never had to find out. it wasn't like anything was going to happen to her. she'd done this same old song and dance one hundred times over, and the absolute worst that had ever come out of it was a rough night spent with some visiting durmstrang boys last year who didn't know exactly when to call it quits. but even then, lo was fine. perfectly fine, actually. she had remained calm, walked herself to the door, came up with a good excuse, and sped-walk back to the castle just in time before a heavy snowfall wafted down from the muddled and cloudy november sky. that was last year, though. and it was spring now! she had nothing to be worried about... until she heard a snap in the brush next to her.

LO FELT HERSELF[/color][/font] holding her breath suddenly. her feet refused to move and began to feel a little sweaty, and her back became rigid with nerves as she stood in waiting. carefully, she listened for any more movement, and then slowly -- ever so slowly -- carried on. what was her problem? well, she'd be embarrassed to admit this, but she managed to get some muggle movies off of someone down in zonko's last week. she skipped class one day with the weak excuse of a mental health day, and spent her time wrapped up and hidden in her bed, under her cavernous blanket fort, with the portable dvd player nestled into her lap. all she had gotten her hands on were the apparent muggle classics: psycho, friday the thirteenth, and paranormal activity. she had scoffed at the silly movies originally, but after the sun went down, and her terrible fear of the dark kicked in... things got ugly. the normal creaks of the castle at night turned into suspicious moans and groans, and very quickly, each shadow and branch outside the window was an intruder looking to snatch her up or toss her to the devil. the twig that snapped just a moment ago? it might as well have been a demon or a crazed serial killer itself. maybe she was paranoid, but you couldn't be too careful.

WITH RED CHEEKS[/color][/font] and her head hung low, she turned around quickly in order to head the opposite direction. okay... so maybe she wasn't as brave as she thought. at least not this time. it was starting to get dark out anyway, and since she had already passed most of the teenage-friendly hogsmeade shops, it was good timing for her little bout of panic. she bit her lip and loosened the scarf around her neck slightly, feeling a little overwhelmed and flustered despite the chilly air. she picked up the pace as she got back into the more familiar, populated part of the small town, and took notice for some people gathered around a table inside of the hog's head. she narrowed her eyes as she walked; brow furrowed with concentration as she tried to pick out faces. however, in her deep focus, she ended up slamming directly into someone oncoming.

SHE SCARED HERSELF[/color][/font] more than hurt herself, to be quite honest. her heart was racing a hundred miles per minute, and it wasn't until now that she realized her purse's contents were spilled out across the cobblestones, and a slightly dazed but very good looking fellow was in front of her. of course. "for merlin's sake," she muttered to herself, rolling her hazel eyes at her own stupidity. this wasn't the first time she'd done that. "my fault." she 'apologized,' leaning over to scoop up some runaway coins and buttons. she scowled at her own harsh sounding accent -- scottish never really being too appealing to even her, who had grown up listening to it. she didn't mean to sound cold, but the fact of the matter was, she was just glad she had been able to suppress her scream from the frightening impact. she was still ghostly pale, but her embarrassment soon took care of that and stained her cheeks a deeper pink than her rouge already had. "you alright?" she asked finally; attempting to make eye contact now since she had sort of shuffled herself and her dumped out belongings across the way, into the walkway of the three broomsticks. "listen, if i broke your face, you can either punch me, or let me buy you something to drink. she stuck out her hand expectantly, inches from his face. "deal?"

WORDS: EIGHT HUNDRED AND TEN | TAGS: ALBUS POTTER NOTES: ILY EM | MUSE: LET'S KILL TONIGHT - PANIC! AT THE DISCO | WEARING: THIS

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