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[__prefectgirl]

Normally, I would say I'm glad to be back and away from my cousin but that would be lying. Yes, I'd rather be with her than here in Hogwarts. Everybody's right, the whole school seems depressed. I am sort of curious as to why. I'm guessing that a fair few of it is thanks to something that both Lee and Pansy keep defending. Yep, that's right.

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[theworldofvain]

Well, okay, Granger. You want an answer, I'll give you one.

First of all, did I ever really defend it? To my knowledge, no. I suggested you have a drink. One little drink, one tiny shot, because they really do calm your nerves down and it was a suggestion. What did you do? You said you didn't want to be a raving lunatic. To which I replied one little drink didn't give you license to become a raving lunatic. That was all. Now, would I ever defend alcohol? No. Because I know I'd lose.

And now, to answer your question: why do I drink? Well, technically, here's the thing: I'm not a blubbering alcoholic. Hard to believe. Are you shaking your head? I bet you are. Well, I'm not. I don't drink every single day and I don't fall asleep in an alcoholic frenzy and I don't slip shots in class. I drink on occasion. On holidays, as you can see (Christmas, New Year's, etc.) and whenever I feel like it (which really isn't every day). But when I do drink? When I do drink, yes. I can admit I do stupid things. Dancing on a tabletop wearing a lampshade is not flattering, and typing like I don't know my alphabet makes me look like a dolt. Yes, hangovers are the spawn of the devil. Yes, it has caused Finnigan to feel like hanging himself, or something like that. So do I know why I still drink, despite all the cons of the situation? Yes, actually, I do know why. I know I have a drinking problem.

Do you want me to say it again? Are you happy now, Granger? Well, let me do it in caps. I HAVE A DRINKING PROBLEM. I'll say it again, just for the record. In italics! Oh, joy. I have a drinking problem.

When I drink, I drink too much. This gives me hangovers, and makes me feel like shit, and when I am drunk, I do stupid things. Can I help it? No. That's what alcohol does to you, and I get the feeling you'll never experience it yourself. Instead, you get to watch us. I bet that makes you SO HAPPY. No, cut the sarcasm. You hate it, as we all know.

So about my drinking problem. Am I trying to get over it? Well, I did. Did it work? No, not at all. Am I going to try again? Yes, probably. Just to get you to shut up about it, or to quell my drunken desires to dance on top of tables wearing lampshades.

There you are, Granger. I've admitted I have a problem and I know I should do something about it. Are you happy now? Are you going to give me a long, drawn-out lecture about what I should do next? Because I don't want it. I'll deal with it myself. (Contrary to popular belief, I can actually do that.) If I drink again, you can pull out another one of your 'everybody-who-drinks-is-stupid-and-senile' lectures, and I'll try again, because they -really- piss me off. What do you know, Granger! You're the remedy. I'd give applause, but I'm typing.

[__prefectgirl]

Do you feel better now? Admitting you have a problem is the first step towards recovery.

I won't give you a 'long, drawn-out lecture'. I just want you to know that other people can help out. Muggles have a program called Alcoholics Anonymous. And I know the Wizarding World has something similar. I'll look it up.

[theworldofvain]

Admitting you have a problem is the first step towards recovery. Funny, that's usually what I tell people. Only I'm being sarcastic.

And, er, I don't need a group. I'm fine on my own. Really.