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𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 3 -

𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

Hung over.

Or is it hang over? either way I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a double decker bus. Every source of light hurt my eyes  I had dried mascara all over my pillow. I couldn't even remember how I got back to my dorm last night.

As I tried to recollect the events from the previous night my mind raced with the possibilities of what could have happened. My cheeks flushed instantly at the memory of the kiss between Theo and me. My boldness was undeniable and my thoughts raced with regret.

I couldn't believe how stupid I had been. The shame washed over me like a wave, and I wanted to punch myself in the face. I didn't usually attend parties, so I had no idea that I was such a lightweight or that I was capable of making such terrible choices without any thought.

 As I sat there reflecting on my actions, my mind wandered to Malfoy and his unnerving gaze. I knew he was angry with me, but I couldn't remember what I had done to set him off.

He didn't know it was me who caught him with that girl in the abandoned classroom. In fact he probably didn't have any suspicion that anyone was there. But despite that, why did he dislike me so much?

He had a bad attitude with everyone, I was aware of that. But there was just something about the way he would look at me. It couldn't be because of my house, simply because he didn't even look at Luna with the same distaste, and she was a Ravenclaw as well.

I tried to shake the thoughts of my mind as my hands ran through the water splashing onto my face taking out the excess makeup I had from yesterday. Looking over at Luna, who was in the same hungover state as me, I couldn't help but question how could we even try out for the quidditch team. 

  I  looked over to Luna who was just sitting on her bed in a haze, staring at absolutely nothing. "Are you okay, Luna?" I asked, concerned for my friend. She grumbled "I feel like I've been hit by a bus." Her eyes were squinted as she looked at me. I couldn't help but laugh, since I had felt the same way.

I turned to my friend, who seemed to be in a daze. "Are you still trying out?" I asked, unsure if she was even aware that the tryouts were today. Confusion flickered across her face as she turned to me, a look of surprise etched on her features.

"For what?" she asked her mind clearly elsewhere. I couldn't help but roll my eyes sarcastically.    how could she forget something she has been raving about since last year

"For Quidditch, of course," I replied, my tone dripping with amusement To my surprise, her jaw dropped, and she let out an amused chuckle as though she couldn't believe how obvious the answer was.

"I totally forgot," she admitted, shaking her head in disbelief. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she seemed to snap out of her reverie.

"Of course, I am!" she exclaimed, a newfound energy igniting within her. "How could I miss this historical moment?" With that, she jumped up from her seat and rushed to the bathroom to wash her face.

I finished washing myself and made myself some toast, devouring it quickly to quell the headache. While also downing  water till I felt like I was going to throw up. But anything to get rid of the queasy feeling I had.

I didn't want to take any chances with Quidditch tryouts. So I took a couple of ibuprofen to make sure that I was in top form. Luna and I were running a little late as we hurried to check the common room's schedule.