Sara woke up to Pansy leaning over her, a worried look on her face.
"Hey..." Sara started to say, her voice hoarse and raspy.
"What the fuck did you do last night?" Pansy asked, ignoring the pleasantries.
"What...?" Sara rubbed her eyes. She didn't remember most of last night, all she could think of was how many shots she had taken. *Oh God*, she felt the shots coming back up. She sat up, pushing Pansy out of the way, using a nonverbal Accio spell to bring the bin over to her as she began to vomit into it.
Sara's stomach emptied with violent heaves and once she was done, she dropped her head back onto her pillow, her eyes closed as she breathed in deep gulps of air. Pansy stood to the side, a frustrated expression on her face as she watched Sara.
"I don't remember last night," Sara groaned, her head pounding from a massive migraine. As she slowly opened her eyes, she turned to Pansy. "I was really drunk, wasn't I?"
"What did you say to Mattheo?" Pansy asked once Sara had finished.
"I talked to Mattheo last night?" Sara asked, rubbing her temples.
"Yeah, he brought you back to your room and when he came out he was fuming. He wouldn't talk to any of us. So, what the fuck happened?"
Suddenly it all came flooding back, Mattheo bringing her back, laying on her bed. She looked down at the floor, the textbook she had shown Mattheo lying open. Pansy followed her gaze, looking at the text.
"You didn't..."
All Sara could do was nod. "I think I did."
Pansy sighed, a frustrated and worried expression on her face. "So you told him about the whole soulmate thing?"
"Apparently," Sara groaned, burying her face into her hands. The memory flooded back again. The feeling of his intense gaze on her as she handed him the textbook, revealing the truth. She was lucky he hadn't reacted violently. "God, why did I do that? I could never keep my damn mouth shut when I was drunk."
"And what did he say?" Pansy asked, her tone sympathetic now.
"Well, you saw him. He was pissed," Sara said, her face still in her hands. "He didn't say much. He was mad at me for not telling him," Sara leaned back into her pillows.
"Oh, Merlin," Pansy sighed.
"I fucked this whole thing up, didn't I?" Sara groaned again.
"I'm not so sure about that," Pansy said, tilting her head in thought. "He must care about you a lot to be that mad."
"It's just the stupid soulmate bond, he has to care," Sara shook her head. "I have to talk to him."
"Do you think that's a good idea right now?" Pansy asked, her tone concerned. "You're not looking so hot at the moment. Might be best to wait until you're feeling a bit better."
"Pansy, if I don't do it now, it's just going to get worse."
"Fine, I'll come with you," she said, starting to get up.
"No, no. I have to do this on my own," Sara waved her off, slowly getting herself out of her bed and throwing on a large sweatshirt.
"Are you sure?" Pansy said, watching her nervously.
"Don't worry about me," Sara replied with a forced smile. "I'll be fine. I just need to talk to him, that's all."
Sara made her way to the boy's dormitories, stopping in front of Mattheo's door. She hesitated before knocking lightly.
