Wanna Be Saved

- TWENTY FOUR -

Chapter Twenty Four
B&B

Bronwyn wasn't sure what to expect the following morning. Well the hangover was something she had half expected upon waking up, unsure of exactly how much she had to drink on her birthday. Probably a lot more than she should have considering George was mixing. And a heavy hand did he have. She had expected to wake to see her dorm mates absolutely trollied, she was sure Lavender was still a little drunk if she was being honest looking at her. Maybe more than a little drunk, that would be a hangover to last the weekend. But Bronwyn knew she had to get up, there was things to do, people to see. A person to see. 

Therefore, she forced herself into the shower, hoping that by freshening up she was going to wash off the remainders of the alcohol she had consumed the night before. The smell of fire whisky having perforated her skin. Actually she was sure she had been sweating it out in the most disgusting and vile way possible. She also felt as though she was rinsing any regret away, not that she surprisingly felt any for once. But it didn't hurt to at least try, or thats what she thought at most. Getting dressed in March was often an awkward thing, sure it was technically spring in the UK but the weather remained incredibly unpredictable. It was either still winter, or often days were hot enough it felt like summer had come early. Therefore, it was a matter of guess work as to what to wear, and like always Bronwyn found herself just hoping that she had made a decent enough decision upon leaving her dorm room. A couple spritzes of 'Sunflower' by Elizabeth Arden was enough to make herself happy before leaving her room. A perfume she would have to thank Hermione for gifting to her a year ago before she had become obsessed. 

Hermione was already gone from the dorm room by the time Bronwyn was ready to leave, Parvati remained fast asleep with no intent to wake up clearly, not that Bronwyn could blame the girl it was Saturday after all. Lavender had taken herself back to bed after whatever she was doing in the early hours of the morning. Therefore, she would head down to breakfast for the day and then decide just what she was supposed to do. After all she knew she had promised a day with Blaise but they hadn't actually made any formal plans so she was unsure exactly how the day was going to pan out. She hoped, selfishly might she add, that he had planned the entire day together that was something they had yet to do. And she wanted him all to herself for the day, she wouldn't even care if this meant at some point he dragged her to study with him. Rather she would find pleasure in it, there was just something about the boy that made everything better, more enjoyable even something which could often be incredibly boring such as studying.

Entering the great hall for breakfast alone was something that Bronwyn had gotten rather used to the year prior. During the time she had been feuding with Harry, and her and Hermione remained a bit on the outs because of it, she had worked up the courage and had to enter and eat alone. There often wasn't many other options to that, so now as she walked in alone to eat once again on her own it did not cause her to feel any particular negative feelings. Part of her almost liked the idea of being alone just a little bit, there had been a lot of people around her yesterday and whilst the gesture was heavily appreciated and she had felt so loved to see everyone come together to celebrate her it had drained a lot of the social battery she had been working so hard on to build up. Perhaps it was because it was rather early on a Saturday morning the tables were empty, and therefore she was allowed that morsel of silence as she chose a spot upon the Gryffindor table of which was empty. And as she looked at the space around her it made sense that not many people would choose to sit next to her as she counted maybe 15 students sat at the table. Therefore, as she was able to eat her breakfast in peace that was all that mattered. Until it didn't. The table jolted as a person sat opposite to Bronwyn, moving in the way it only would when someone forced themselves onto the bench. At first she decided to ignore them continuing to look down at her bowl.