Private Journal Entry #299
Sweet Salazar, my head.
Either the hangover potion we keep on hand is expired, or tequila is resistant to such simple cures.
I should be sleeping, but apparently the migraine I've acquired is also resistant to anything that might help.
And bloody hell, I don't remember much of anything from last night. Dinner was interesting with our girls plus Ginny, Blaise's bit and some Gryffindor Tracey is apparently acquainted with, but after that? It's all somewhat of a blur.
Except that Pansy blubbered all over the Hufflepuff? That can't be right. Though I can't shake the image of her embracing the blonde. And Millie doing something almost unmentionable with a mostly naked man?
Where in the seven hells were we?
I seem to have lost both my peep-toe Louboutins and the Anna Sui wrap I started the evening with, and if I'm not mistaken, the hem of the Dior mini is even shorter than it should be. How I managed a Hemming Charm despite the fact that I couldn't seem to keep most of my clothes on, I'm not sure.
Somehow I'm glad I don't remember much of what happened. Though Tracey does as she's the only one that didn't drink. Must acquire blackmail material.
Dammit. Just received an owl from Michael. He won't be home in time to escort me to the wedding.
I'm going to bloody hex the next person I see, just on principle.
Either the hangover potion we keep on hand is expired, or tequila is resistant to such simple cures.
I should be sleeping, but apparently the migraine I've acquired is also resistant to anything that might help.
And bloody hell, I don't remember much of anything from last night. Dinner was interesting with our girls plus Ginny, Blaise's bit and some Gryffindor Tracey is apparently acquainted with, but after that? It's all somewhat of a blur.
Except that Pansy blubbered all over the Hufflepuff? That can't be right. Though I can't shake the image of her embracing the blonde. And Millie doing something almost unmentionable with a mostly naked man?
Where in the seven hells were we?
I seem to have lost both my peep-toe Louboutins and the Anna Sui wrap I started the evening with, and if I'm not mistaken, the hem of the Dior mini is even shorter than it should be. How I managed a Hemming Charm despite the fact that I couldn't seem to keep most of my clothes on, I'm not sure.
Somehow I'm glad I don't remember much of what happened. Though Tracey does as she's the only one that didn't drink. Must acquire blackmail material.
Dammit. Just received an owl from Michael. He won't be home in time to escort me to the wedding.
I'm going to bloody hex the next person I see, just on principle.