ꜰʀᴇᴇꜰᴀʟʟ | ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ & ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ

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   YESTERDAY WAS MY BREAKING POINT AND so today I decided to attend a Hufflepuff party. Draco, Theo and Mattheo, as if they were little pupies, insisted on following me, which I suppose makes sense due to my history with parties.

   If I cared, I would wonder why Umbridge still hasn't noticed and shut down all the parties going on in Hogwarts but I don't, so who gives a shit as long as we can dance freely.

That woman is the impersonment of crazy.

   I'm not drinking, because I don't wanna break my streak. Instead, I smoked a few blunts and am trying some new stuff, which gives me an amazing feeling, and yet I don't feel the need to take it every day.

   That's because I'm not addicted to it.

See what I did there? How didn't I realize that earlier.

At first some guy gave me a pill but I honestly think it was a scam because it didn't feel like it did something other than taste fine.

And now I'm deciding on what else to take, "Heyy." I slur while approaching the guy I was told sells the good stuff.

   He stands in a shady corner of the common room, not many people around and the music is loud enough so you wouldn't hear him if you weren't close enough to him.

   "Well hello, gorgeous." He smirks, "What can I do for you?"

   "I was told you sell stuff and I want something that's gonna make me feel real good, real fast."

   "How old are you?"

   "What's it matter if I have the galleons for you?"

   "I don't sell to under 15 year olds."

   "Well good, then I don't even have to lie. I'm in fifth year."

   "What's your name?"

   "Jeez, enough with the interrogations. My name is Aurora. Yours?"

"I'm Noah."

"What year?"

"Seventh. Hufflepuff."

"Mhm."

   He raises an eyebrow and then tips his head to the side, "Alright, you want powder or pill? I suppose you don't know what specifically you're looking for."

   "Correct. What's stronger?"

   "Depends."

   "Ugh." I scoff, "That's not much help."

   "You know what, I think I know something." He reaches into his vest and pulls out a small bag with two colored pills with smileys on them, "That's molly, take one and a tip from me, have someone, who looks out for you so you don't do anything stupid."

   "Thanks, how much is it?"

   "It's on me, enjoy it." He smirks, "Oh and come to me if you need help with the side-effects."

   Pretty previlage really is a thing.

   "Thank you." I smile back, taking the small bag, putting it in my bra and walking over to the dancefloor again.

Standing over there again, I focus on him in hope to find what effects he's talking about.

Euphoria, Energy, Confidence, dilated pupils, heightened senses...

Damn it, I should have known.

He meant if I want sex, I should come to him, of bloody course.