Oh God...
My head....my poor head...
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
I am NEVER drinking again.
Marlene's hair is still green, and Dorcas has yet to completely sober up. Oh God. The pain.
I don't remember much after midnight...but I seem to have lost my left shoe and James is missing his glasses, even though he wasn't there. I suspect one of the Prewetts stole them, but I can't tell them apart and certainly couldn't last night. I vaguely remember calling whatever tall redhead was in the room Fabigid. And then I threw up.
Oh God.
I need water. Or coffee. Or that hangover remedy that Sirius hoards.
Last night I attempted to talk about buying something. I bought several new pairs of knickers, all of which are unnattractive JAMES POTTER SO DON'T YOU GO FANTASISING ABOUT ME IN MY KNICKERS. Or out of them for that matter...
I am going to stagger down to the Great Hall and hope that eating something will help the raging headache and that Sirius doesn't blow something up today, as I do not think I could handle the noise.