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Laughter. Jokes. Hugs. Smiles. Compliments.

"Wendy, come on, you have just got to come!"

Boys. Girls.

"They're not really my scene,"

Best friend.

"Just give them a try! They're nice!"

She had it all.

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I sighed and looked at the barely conscious bodies surrounding me. The small, cramped room reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. I wrinkled my nose. I hated the smell. It clung onto your clothes and just smelled bad.

"Wendyyyyyy,"

I looked down and snorted. She seemed to have barely made it out alive. Her blonde hair, unnaturally highlighted in streaks of carmel, seemed to have taken a life of its own. Her makeup, disheveled, looked more like war paint then the clean, sparkly look she had on earlier. Damn. Didn't she looked hot.

"Wannna help meeeeeeee?" Ha. Look. She was even drooling.

I sighed and grabbed her arm, slinging it around my neck. She stumbled as she tried to stand up. I rolled my eyes and easily took off her five-inch heels she so tragically wanted to wear. Her head nodded in relief, and she clung heavily onto my body as I dragged her upstairs.

Geez. Look at me. Juggling a drunk person on my left and heels on the right while trying to keep in balance. Apparently, the circus has yet to leave town.

"Whaaat time?"

I looked outside a window so pleasantly placed on the side of the spiraling staircase. The sun was rising. I sighed again. Typical Maurauders party. Classes were going to start soon yet half of the Gryffindor population downstairs was deep asleep or in a dark coma. I didn't reply and continued to help her upstairs.

When we reached our room, I noticed that three of our five bed were empty. I looked over, seeing a raven-haired girl, her legs, awkwardly tightly wrapped around her covers deep asleep and, at the other bed, bob of strawberry blonde hair barely popping out of the pillows. Seemed like Bridgette was deep asleep down at the party too.

After carefully tucking her in, I checked my watch. Five in the morning. It would be stupid to go and sleep for another three hours before rushing to class. Thank Merlin for the wonderful invention of coffee.

I felt something stir. I looked down, her doll-face looking unfairly yet strikingly like an angel from Michaengelo's painting, frowning.

"Tiimee?"

I couldn't help but smile. Smart girl. She must have noticed I hadn't answered her question under all that alcohol.

I bent down, carefully bringing up the covers up to her chin.

"Just sleep Lindsey. I'll visit you during free period."

Lindsey nodded absently.

I rose quickly, in want of a cold shower to get rid of the awful smell. Soon afterwards, I found myself meandering in the dark hallways of Hogwarts, school-bag in tow, and wand in hand, looking for the kitchens.

Who else could give better company than house elves anyway?

Bad? Good? Ok? Somewhat ehhh?

Lol. I'm kidding.

It was awesome.

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