A/N: Woo 2 chapters yay, lol
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I've been planning this for a while... Don't know what you'll make of it...
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Chapter 13 - Parties and Predictions
Gryffindor had just won the first Quidditch match of the year, and everyone was celebrating in the common room. As fourth years, Larissa, Amelia, Catherine, Emily, Matthew, and Will were now allowed to drink Firewhisky, although how Lee Jordon had gotten all of it, no one knew.
Everyone, fourth year and above, was slightly drunk by now. The Firewhisky tasted slightly different from the first time Larissa had tried it a few years ago, as it was more nice than horrible, but it seemed to be less horrible with each glass that they drank.
Even Larissa and her friends were a little drunk, but they didn't realise it, and they had never had any alcohol before (not counting the small glass a few years ago) and they were just drinking it as there seemed to be an endless stock of it.
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About an hour later, there didn't seem to be a sober person above third year, and most of the third years and below, had gone to bed. None of the other houses would celebrate like this over winning a school Quidditch match, but none of the other houses had the nerve of the Gryffindors either.
'Hey Lissy, come some place quiet with me a second?' Matthew asked her, through all of the noise, Larissa tried to reply, but it was useless, she wouldn't be heard, so she just nodded and followed Matthew up the stairs and into a corridor where it was quiet.
'I can finally hear myself think,' Larissa sighed, closing her eyes contently,
'Yeah, it's much too loud down there.' He agreed,
They stood there for a few minutes, enjoying the silence when it happened.
Larissa didn't know how it happened. And had she been without any alcohol in her, she would have stopped it immediately. But she did have alcohol in her, so she didn't stop it.
Matthew kissed her.
And Larissa kissed him back.
Neither of them would have done that if they had have been sober, but they weren't, so they did.
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The next morning Larissa woke up with a headache, (that was to be expected,), and she groaned as she remembered what had happened the night before, what with Matthew and her kissing.
'Thank goodness that's all it was though,' she thought to herself, as she got out of bed, and went to have a cold shower, which she thought, might help her get rid of her headache.
Getting out of the shower though, she put on her dressing gown, and went over to the sink to brush her teeth, but she slipped and fell over, banging her aching head on the full length mirror on the wall.
She carefully got up, and dried the floor, trying to ignore her pounding head, and dried herself, before going back over to the sink to brush her teeth.
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By the time the Christmas holidays had arrived, Larissa had received another prediction from Professor Trelawney.
'The person you want most, is the person you are best without.'
The meaning was simple, but who did she want most? Why was she best without them? And why was she taking Trelawney's 'prediction' seriously?
Larissa rolled her eyes for no apparent reason, but really, it was to herself.
The thing that scared her most though, was the fact that, after Trelawney had said to beware of glass, Larissa had then been cut on a glass shard of mirror. Could that be a coincidence? Where was the other missing shard? Who had it? Why did they take it?
Hundreds of questions swirled around in Larissa's head constantly, at times, it made her feel ill.
This was one of those times.
Larissa was sitting with Will on one of the sofas in the common room, they were talking a little, but Larissa kept getting side tracked.
'Are you listening to me Lissa?' Will sighed, for about the sixth time,
'What? Oh, er, yes, sorry,'
'Are you alright? You seem to be very distracted lately.'
'I'm fine, just don't feel too well.'
'Do you want to go to Madame Pomfrey?'
She smiled at him, 'I'll be fine,'
'Go and lie down then.' He insisted,
'Alright,' she answered after a moments consideration. She went up to her dormitory and laid down on her bed and closed her eyes.
Was her dad alright? He hadn't seemed to be coping very well last time she saw him. What was her mother doing right now? Why did she leave? Had she really cared that little about them?
What was Harry doing with Dumbledore? What was Draco up to? Why did he have no choice in the matter? Why wouldn't he tell her?
'Stop. Just stop.' She said aloud, she needed to stop thinking all of these questions that couldn't be answered right now, it was just making her feel worse.
A/N: Ohmigod! Well, that is a reason not to get drunk...
Hmmmm... Another insident with glass? It could be a coincidence mind you, I could just be leading you on to think that its not one *hehehe*
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-Livvy xxx