Birdie

Chapter 9

Violet's PoV:

My eyelids were shielding me from the light the curtains failed to conceal but it was still too bright in the room. A groan escaped my lips as I processed the throbbing pain buried deep within my head. My hand went to the left side of my head and pushed down in hopes of relieving the pain but it was safe to say it didn't work.

After a long moment of trying to fall back into the pit of my dreams and failing, I allowed my eyes to open but had to rapidly blink to adjust to the sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains.

Memories of last night were foggy. Too foggy and too incoherent to comprehend at whatever time of the morning it was.

"Morning!" Molly's high voice from somewhere in the room cut through the peaceful silence.

After another couple of seconds, I pushed down on my mattress so I could sit up and rest against the old headboard. Molly was the only other person in the room besides myself.

She was standing by the door and grabbing her scarf before hanging it loosely around her neck.

"Morning," I mumbled in return gloomily and once again raised my hand to my head. Merlin, I've had hangovers but this was one of the worst. At least I didn't feel like I was going to throw up. The last thing I needed was bolting to the toilet.

Molly grinned at my suffering as she shuffled into her boots. "I'm going to meet Izzy in Hosgmede to go dress shopping for Slughorn's party. You coming?" The idea of getting out of bed made me want to cry. I would join them later but my bed looked much more inviting for the moment.

I didn't need to answer Molly. One look at my face told me all she needed to know.

"Kay." Molly swung upon the door whilst turning her attention to my bedside table. "Someone left you a note. I definitely didn't read it or anything."

A note? Who from? Before I could voice my confusion, Molly stepped out of our room and let the door slam shut behind her leaving me and my hungover thoughts.

My eyes turned down to my bedside table to see a piece of parchment sunbathing in the light. As I leaned over to grasp the note, my head sent another throbbing wave through me. I slowly sat up in my bed more and reached for the box of paracetamol I kept by my bead for hangovers. My fingers fumbled with the packaging and it took me a few more nuts to even take a paracetamol out and swallow it with the water beside my bed.

Once my brain had decided to work, I noticed my necklace and a makeup wipe with the remnants of my makeup from last night smeared across it. Weird. I didn't remember even removing the necklace and taking my makeup off. Thank Melin I did though. Breaking out was not on today's agenda.

My fingers held the piece of parchment curiously. Evidence of creased lines illustrated that it had once been folded. Thanks, Molly. Privacy much.

When I turned over the note, elegant cursive ink stained the parchment. My eyebrows knitted together. The writing was oddly familiar. Of course, before actually reading, my eyes dropped to the signature.

- Draco

My stomach dropped in the way it had been doing all the time recently. My eyes became wide and I instantly flicked my gaze back up to actually read the note.

Birdie,

You're a lightweight. I'm never letting you live that down.

- Draco

The pain in my head suddenly felt very distant as my brain transitioned into one of perplexity.

How did Draco get in my room? Did he prank me?