closed RP: Cox and Cersei
The New Year's party had been a successful one, even if a small one by Cersei's lights -- an all-school party could not match the extent of the fetes Robert Baratheon had enjoyed in King's Landing. Nonetheless, this success left Cersei Lannister no less discontent in this new year than she had been in the old one. To make matters worse, her brother Tyrion had given her a very unwelcome gift at the party, and worse yet, her brother Jaime had given her nothing at all. He was probably sequestered with that vile wench of his, she was certain (by which certainty one might measure her absolute unfamiliarity with Brienne's way of thinking).
All told, sitting in the common room sipping wine by the glass had lost its charm. Cersei wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground and die find a dark quiet wine cellar and drink to her heart's content. She decided that finding the castle's wine cellar would be today's main project. A castle this size had to have a satisfactory wine cellar. The elves had to be getting the stuff from somewhere.
Hogwarts was cold this time of year, especially given that Cersei had still not gotten anything from the house-elves that was recognisable to her as an undergarment, which made robes a bit drafty. Today she demanded something a bit warmer, and it could be that the house-elf who carried out this order was one who had been given uppity notions by SPEW, because while his manner was indistinguishable from the usual happy deference house-elves showed Cersei, what he brought her was not exactly calculated to appeal, had she known it.
It was a red suit, made of some velvety cloth, with white fur trim: trousers as a man would wear, and a sort of tunic, both appearing admirably warm indeed, with an equally warm hat to match, also trimmed in white fur. Cersei did not ordinarily dress as a man would. Trousers would be much less drafty, she had to admit. In all, she was pleased, and thanked the elf with something that might actually pass for approval if not gratitude.
Smart money would bet that the elf broke down into a gigglefit once he was safely out of earshot.
The corridors of Hogwarts did not comply with Cersei's wishes, shifting so that she could not be certain after a time where she was, let alone whether there might be a wine cellar nearby. Still, she persisted in seeking a path downward, since that should be where a cellar could be found, it only stood to reason. Had she known of the existence of the new ancillary potions lab, she might have realised she had wound up somewhere near it, but that would have necessitated an interest in academics on Cersei's part.