“Sometimes too much to drink is barely enough.”~ Mark Twain
Date: Thursday, July 6, 2000
Time: 9:00 pm
Location: The Leaky
Character(s) Involved: Hermione Granger and anyone who wants to suffer her raging fury and be endlessly amused by a drunken Hermione Granger.
Rating: PG-13?
Complete.
When people are sitting in a bar, amongst friends, you think you’re out having a nice time. When a woman is sitting alone, nursing a drink and showing off her legs and cleavage, you know she’s there looking for someone.
When you saw Hermione Granger, sitting in the far corner of The Leaky, you could plainly see she’d come to drink.
She’d done her best to make herself presentable to the outside world, her hair looking slightly less of a mess and her robes rather casual. But although she appeared nice enough, her expression seemed to be keeping everyone as far away from her as possible.
For as long as she’d been drinking, she’d been a glass of red wine girl, but Hermione was now nursing a fire whisky. Or was it a double? It didn’t matter.
It wasn’t often that she and Harry had an argument and when they did, it was unpleasant, but it was usually settled quickly. Today, Harry had decided to be an absolute wanker, for reasons unknown to her. But just because they were unknown to her, didn’t mean they weren’t vital to the workings of Harry’s brain, because it had become clear he only told her things when it because absolutely necessary.
She told herself she didn’t care, that is wasn’t worth worrying about. But it was all in vein, because she did care, a lot. The whole world was all about him, always all about him. No matter she hadn’t slept in days, that she was harassed at work and utterly miserable. Harry Potter was in a bad mood and that meant that everyone else just had to fall in line.
This was another reason living with people was hard, because when you got angry at them, there was no home to run to. Just a pub and a bottomless glass of whisky.
Hermione Granger wasn’t an easy drunk, but glass number three seemed to be easily making it’s way from empty to full.
“Prat.” Hermione cursed into her glass, fingers drumming against the clear surface.
Time: 9:00 pm
Location: The Leaky
Character(s) Involved: Hermione Granger and anyone who wants to suffer her raging fury and be endlessly amused by a drunken Hermione Granger.
Rating: PG-13?
Complete.
When people are sitting in a bar, amongst friends, you think you’re out having a nice time. When a woman is sitting alone, nursing a drink and showing off her legs and cleavage, you know she’s there looking for someone.
When you saw Hermione Granger, sitting in the far corner of The Leaky, you could plainly see she’d come to drink.
She’d done her best to make herself presentable to the outside world, her hair looking slightly less of a mess and her robes rather casual. But although she appeared nice enough, her expression seemed to be keeping everyone as far away from her as possible.
For as long as she’d been drinking, she’d been a glass of red wine girl, but Hermione was now nursing a fire whisky. Or was it a double? It didn’t matter.
It wasn’t often that she and Harry had an argument and when they did, it was unpleasant, but it was usually settled quickly. Today, Harry had decided to be an absolute wanker, for reasons unknown to her. But just because they were unknown to her, didn’t mean they weren’t vital to the workings of Harry’s brain, because it had become clear he only told her things when it because absolutely necessary.
She told herself she didn’t care, that is wasn’t worth worrying about. But it was all in vein, because she did care, a lot. The whole world was all about him, always all about him. No matter she hadn’t slept in days, that she was harassed at work and utterly miserable. Harry Potter was in a bad mood and that meant that everyone else just had to fall in line.
This was another reason living with people was hard, because when you got angry at them, there was no home to run to. Just a pub and a bottomless glass of whisky.
Hermione Granger wasn’t an easy drunk, but glass number three seemed to be easily making it’s way from empty to full.
“Prat.” Hermione cursed into her glass, fingers drumming against the clear surface.