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Selena sat on a couch in the Slytherin commonroom with her feet proped up on a table and a pint of smuggled alcohol in her hand. Her eyes were wide and red from the insomnia that she had forced on herself. Miss Yaxley had been having these reoccuring nightmares about the forbidden forest and the absense of creatures therein; each dream moving a little further in plot until she could hear the prancing of hooves and decided to eliminate rest from her system.
The raging flames in the fireplace scolded her for her intoxication but she didn't care; it came to the point when she started to yell back at non-existant persona in the fire. Selena chugged down the final contents of her drink and cursed her glass for not being ever-filling of her anti-depressent.
The raging flames in the fireplace scolded her for her intoxication but she didn't care; it came to the point when she started to yell back at non-existant persona in the fire. Selena chugged down the final contents of her drink and cursed her glass for not being ever-filling of her anti-depressent.