"Oh, Winnie" this video tape echoed through her head everywhere she went. "Tonight you looked too pretty" she found herself thinking about the muggle constantly, it drove her on the brim to insanity, she felt the need to vomit everytime she felt the nothingness settle itself into her stomach, the hunger was painful, but once she digested food, it suddenly found itself a rise out of her body - and Winifred would find herself on the eigth level girl's washroom.
Wiping her mouth with a towel as she stared at her reflection in the dirty mirror, she pathetically smiled at the girl in the glass she couldn't exactly recognize. The aftermath of that idiot guitarist's death surely drove her body into insanity, not being able to ingest nutrients took a toll on her once thick, shimmering mane of hair that bounced with every movement, she found the strings of her father's inheritance drizzling down the shower drain in huge clumps, which resulted to her hair to become thinner and thinner each growing day. Although her appearence still attained a forgien attractiveness, something she would willingly admit to, "you're only young and beautiful once" was naturally her motto, something a Ravenclaw would gladly indulge in, each female Ravenclaw holding a silent, unspoken competition with each of their comrad of whom is more gorgeous physically, who had the thicker eyelashes, thicker hair, thinner waists, firm thighs. Everything so superficial that Winifred usually participated in with full-throttle, dashing off in first at the washroom at six in the morning attempting to straighten her hair, applying a mediocre amount of makeup to compliment her natural features, taking care of herself. She grew bored with it, all of it.
Staring at herself in the mirror, she felt disgusted with those lips, with those filthy eyes, hideous hair, bland complexion. She basked herself in self-hate.
Although, in the midst of her self-loathing, her tunnel vision only focused on the men that trailed her, and hid behind their inefficient compliments, scared to actually show the insecure little Ravenclaw that actually cared about that simple, muggle boy.
She coughed, a raspy, somewhat disgusting cough that sounded moist, and stared down at her hand that contained a little splatter of blood, "I'm bleeding.." She said to nobody in particular, "need a pad!" Suddenly, a cheerful brunette swiftly danced up to Winifred's side, gleefully handing the witch a fabric, and smiled so brightly, Winifred had to squint from her rays.
"Felicity.. Oh" she paused to fully induce the glowing appearence of the fellow Ravenclaw, and quickly came to realize the blood on her hand, and hastily clasped the offered pad, veiling her result from the neglection of food. "Thank you, Feli" she spoke softly, something the classmate didn't usually experience in the presence of Winifred, and took advantage of this situation, "you're welcome, Winnie. It's just a kotex" she smiled, leaning her slender figure against the porcelain sink, and stared fully at Winifred Jessamine's facial appearence, and swallowed her glossy eyes, full lips, and perky nose. Although, instead of the glimmering pupils, she was faced with her eyelids hanging half open as if she were tired, such similarity towards her deceased boyfriend in the video. She gulped.
"I loved that song McKenzie sang, um! Give Into Me, best of Fracture JohnDoe" at the mere mention of the guitarist's name, Winifred abruptly perked her personality, and forced a faux smile onto her lips, forging happiness to avoid any further heartwrenching pain about the possible love of her life. Though, the stupid broad didn't achknowledge the resent from Winifred oozing through her pores, and the Ravenclaw began singing the lyrics, "I'm going to get to you~ you're going to give in~" although before Felicity could finish her high pitched choir singing, Winifred somewhat harshly slapped a hand over Felicity's mouth and stared into her brown eyes, "I know how the song goes" she seethed, although her face was crossed between if she were to either laugh, or cry, but before she could perform these emotions, she strode strongly out the doors, leaving a dazed Eastchurch in isolation.
Winifred stood idly in the midst of the busied hall, students buzzing around, each laughing at each other's interactions, Winifred lightly envied these bright fourth years as they walked down the hall towards the Ravenclaw tower, pitifully smiling at the students as she caressed the wallpaper tainted stone, it's soft, swirly texture sending Winifred into a gentle daydream as the smile still donned her lips. Mindlessly pondering topics that would usually fascinate her, everything seemed to link back to him.
He used to enjoy reading Catch In The Rye, He hated sunsets, there wasn't a favorite flavor of ice cream he liked..
Chomping on her bottom lip as her hand was still placed delicately atop the wall, she tucked stray hair behind her ear and decided if she needed to rid the relentless, merciless thoughts revolving around McKenzie Ravnerneil, she should get another obsession. A rather obscene thought, she scrunched her nose distastefully, although fully induced the idea. She needed an antidote to her depression, and she only knew of one tactic to banish it.