Twas the break of dawn and she was still asleep. This would be deemed normal, after all, she is only a mere fifteen year old. But with two incomplete projects along with a twenty paged essay that she has barely started? Anything but acceptable to her when she's functioning normally. But last night was one of those days where she finally got away from it. The stress, and the pressure put upon her shoulders by her parents.
Your grades must be higher than average, otherwise you'll hardly make it anywhere in life! her mother normally says.
This would be the type of thing that would make her strict, South Asian parents disown her straight away. But she was tired of thinking. So she went on to party with her friends and she landed in bed with another member of another House.
The party was in the Room of Requirements. Her Slytherin friends made her go, thinking that she needed a taste of something that wasn't school related - anything but school related! It started off with her sitting in a corner with Hermione Granger, and discussing how she has school work to do. It still wouldn't compare to how many classes Hermione was taking. Although it didn't add up to how many classes she took last year, involving some nasty tricks with time...
But then her friend, Daphne Greengrass, offered her a drink. "Oh, come on, Scar! Live a little."
So she took one sip of that God-awful drink. But something about it made her want more. So she drank until she finished that glass. And then she got another. And another. And kept going...
And then Michael Corner started to dance with her. Always so intrigued by her intelligence, and she was perfectly wasted. So why the hell not? He ended up taking her to his dorm room. In her perspective, it was some regrettable action that she most likely wouldn't be able to remember in the morning. But he would.
The light shone on her face and she let out a groan. She pulled the blanket over her face and was about to go back to sleep. But wait. The bed didn't seem familiar. What was so different about it? Not the way it felt, but the scent... it was so, well, masculine. She shot right up, taking in a lot of air. What was she doing in Michael's bed? Out of all the boys in the school, it just had to be chatterbox Michael with the big mouth. Fortunately, he hadn't been much bothered. He simply turn around on the bed and was still deep asleep.
Scarlett quietly put on her pajamas and whispered a spell at Michael that would make him forget what had happened overnight, and she tiptoed out of the Ravenclaw Common Room.