"Merlin, he's beyond infuriating," Pansy complained, her voice heavy with exasperation. "He claims to have feelings for me, and it's plain to see that he does, but then he insists we're better off as just friends. It's driving me insane."
Esmeralda listened to Pansy's plight with a sense of deep empathy, recognizing all too well the unpredictable nature of Draco Malfoy. Having born the brunt of his fickle temperament herself.
The signs of Draco's affection for Pansy was undeniable, yet his inability to fully commit to their relationship had left her in a state of perpetual limbo. A position that Esme knew like a second nature.
"Men are simply insufferable," Esme vented, her irritation with Riddle reaching its peak. His mere existence was enough to push her to the brink of insanity, igniting a restlessness within her that threatened to burst from its confines.
No matter how diligently Esme attemtped to avoid Riddle, he somehow managed to track her down. Their interactions appeared to multiply with each passing day, an inescapable collision of two opposing forces.
Daphne's gaze flickered between Esmeralda and Pansy, a resolute spark illuminating her eyes. "You're both way too good for them," she declared, her voice ringing with unwavering conviction.
In that moment, the atmosphere shifted, charged with energy that was as tangible as it was exhilarating. Daphne's enthusiasm was utterly infectious, her sudden burst of energy infusing the air with an undeniable vibrancy.
Springing up from her seat, a broad smile illuminated her features as she announced, "let's focus on ourselves for a change, we're long overdue for some well-deserved fun."
A playful glint danced in Daphne's eyes as she sauntered towards the chest that sat at the foot of her. Deftly, she retrieved a bottle of firewhisky from within, a subtle smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she returned to her friends.
Pansy, her own eyes now sparkling with a matching enthusiasm, wasted no time in snatching the bottle from Daphne's grasp. With a boldness that bordered on reckless, she proceeded to down nearly the entire contents in one audacious swallow.
Esme's eyes widened in astonishment as she watched Pansy down the firewhisky like it was water. Reacting swiftly, she yanked the bottle from Pansy's grasp, her movements a blur.
"Pansy, you insatiable twat," Esmeralda scolded playfully, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she brought the bottle to her own mouth. The liquid blazed a searing path down her throat, its warmth spreading through her chest like wildfire.
Now considerably lighter, Esme handed the bottle back into Daphne's hands, her eyes now gleaming with a newfound mischief.
"You're both lucky I keep extras," Daphne teased, fixing Pansy with a faux scowl. "Especially you," she added, her words giving way to a cascade of laughter.
As the last remnants of the fiery liquid disappeared, the room reverberated with a cacophony of laughter that echoed through the room.
The liquid's impact on Pansy was almost immediate, transforming Pansy into a giggly mess of unfiltered giddiness. Her words tumbling out in a torrent of incoherent rambles, promting Esme and Daphne to exchange knowing glances.
Under her breath, Esme muttered, "this dumb ass bitch," her words laced with affectionate exasperation. The familiar scene of Pansy's inebriated anticts elicited a stifled giggle, hastily disguised as a cough, from Esmeralda's lips.
The hours melted away as their laughter intertwined with the comforting crackle of the fire, casting a glow that seemed to chase away the lingering shadows.
Each girl took her turn speaking, exchanging tales of their shared history that danced upon the air like the flickering flames before them.
The escapades of Theodore, Blaise, and Lorenzo took center stage, their impulsive and often ill-fated adventures painting a vivid portrait of two souls unbound by the constraints of consequence.
From daring midnight forays into the Forbidden Forest to audacious pranks that left even the most stoic of professors trembling with rage, the anecdotes wove a rich tapestry of friendship and camaraderie.
Each tale, a thread in the fabric of their shared journey, was imbued with the warmth of nostalgia and the gentle glow of love.
As they spoke, the shadows that had once loomed so large began to dissipate, replaced by the realization that their bond had been forged in the fires of shared experience.
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Esmeralda's peaceful slumber was broken by the clamor of chaos that erupted within the dorm. Daphne's frenzied movements, punctuated by the rustle of belongings and hushed whispers, filled the air as she set about preparing a lifeline for their hungover friend.
Realizing that sleep would be nothing more than a fleeting fantasy amongst the noise surrounding her. Stifling a yawn, she rose from her bed, resigning to embrace the day ahead.
As Esme wiped the last bits of sleep from her eyes, she felt herself drawn toward the source of the commotion like a moth to a flame.
Curiosity piqued, she sought to assess the aftermath of Pansy's overindulgence—an occurence that, while not uncommon, never failed to evoke a mix of amusment and concern.
A suppressed giggle tickled the back of her throat, born from the familiarity of the scene before her. There was something undeniably comical about Pansy's current predicament.
After all, it wasn't the first time the girl had found herself suffering the consequences of drinking.
One might assume that the stark reality of these morning-after struggles would serve as a deterrent. Yet, history had a way of repeating itself, and here they were again, entangled in the unbroken cycle of cause and effect.
Even as she felt a twinge of sympathy for Pansy's current predicament, Esme couldn't help but recognize the bittersweet irony of the situation.
The girl had a knack for repeating her past mistakes.
For Esmeralda, alcohol had always been an enigma shrouded in trepidation—a forbidden fruit that held the power to both seduce and destroy.
The fear that coursed through her veins was born from the ghostly memories of her granfather's battle with the bottle, a conflict that had left indelible scars on her psyche.
His descent into the clutches of addiction had been a harrowing sight to behold, a cationary tale that played on repeat in Esme's mind whenever temptation reared its beguiling head.
The price he had paid for his vice had been steep, and Esmeralda had vowed to never follow in his footsteps.
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Word Count: 1037
Authors Note: You'd think there was some sort of spell for hangovers smh
Draco's moodswings are so real icl
Also you didn't actually think her grandfather was a good person did you??? Nah both of her grandparents are shitheads.
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