To Let it All go Down in Flames - jegulus/starchaser

Stepping into the Serpent's Den (reg pov)

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Tw: underage drinking, use of substances, smoking, anxiety.

this chapter is centered around a slytherin party and i also just want to point out that in the wizarding world the dinking age for them is 17 so a 14 and 15 year old drinking is more like a 17 year old for us. Now this dose not mean underage drinking is okay and any substance abuse is problematic and should be treated with caution. 

These are fictional characters purely fictional there dictions in this fic should not condone or influence anyone underage in any way shape or form.

That said here is the chapter

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You shouldn't be here once of the voices sneered over the overly loud thumping music; you need to run. I took another sip of the goblet Barty forced into my head no less than an hour earlier. It wasn't even half done after an hour of being at the party, my throat burned too much, and it tasted disgusting. I do not understand how people like drinking. The aftereffects are fine I guess, but how you get there is not great. I lost Barty and Evan almost immediately. I haven't seen them in who knows how long. All I know is that the Sun had set and that's closest thing I have to any estimation of what time it was. We need to leave. We need to run. We need to get out. This isn't safe. The voices screeched and I didn't bother deciphering which family members they sounded like.

I was standing in the corner, watching the drunk morons of my house pathetically dance under the dim green light, and through the large amounts of smoke that coated the room, making it smell of cigarettes and weed that was nauseating. My stomach clenched and I cannot tell whether it was because of the whiskey, smells, or anxiety. Maybe it was all three.

My eyes met Pandora's, who was across the room chatting up some blonde bloke who I didn't recognize, he had the face of a mushroom, His haircut was made him look like he got run over, he was clearly not the most sober person, but neither was Pandora at the time.

She smiled and waved over at me, and when the blonde mushroom guy looked over to me with a disgusted look on his face I sighed, taking another sip that he would fire Whiskey that burned, on its way down to my throat, I hadn't even finished one cup yet.

It was too loud, it's too smelly, there were too many things happening, it was too dark, yet bright at the same time somehow, the voices kept nagging at me to run, to get some more safe, to get to more calm, but I couldn't will myself to move.

Dorcas almost immediately disappeared with Marlene; I would rather keep my mind off of what they were doing. Barty and Evan just then revealed themselves on the dance floor yelling the lyrics to Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones at the top of their lungs, smiling like complete idiots. They also are not the most sober people in the room, but that could easily have been myself or Emmeline Vance who was in the opposite corner surrounded by her friends who looked very drunk and were trying to drag her out on the dance floor, but she refused.

I just wanted to go back to my dorm and pick up my copy of Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep By Philip K. I just wanted to disappear in the dark and disappear into a new world, leaving whatever hellhole this was behind with all its overstimulating bullshit.

How was everybody having a good time but me? I felt pathetic, I felt weak, I felt stupid for just standing there but thought it more stupid to do something about my refusal to participate. At almost every single pure blood party my mother dragged me to I put on a mask of happiness and willingness, schmoozing snotty rich people that I hated that I was related to in an effort to please my mother and father, keeping up that perfect pure blood front. Until I later disappeared with Narcissa gossiping about all of the family drama. No matter how much of A hell hole those parties were, it was a right side better than whatever this shit was.