Miss Slytherin

Book 3: Chapter 11

Her head was pounding, that bottle of pixie brew wasn't worth it at all, now in her trousers and a knitted sweater, her coat beside her along with her hat and scarf. She didn't know which was worst, the first time that she was drunk for a week or when she was drunk for the whole day?

"Get me coffee," she heard Blaise groaned as he sat next to her as shit faced as she was.

"Make that two, no cream and sugar," she grumbled trying to massage her temples and the extreme chattering wasn't helping her hungover case. "As Black and bitter as possible," she added.

"Love, you're suggesting that I turn your coffee into Snape," Theo muses as he was the only one out of the three to still find it optimistic that they might have caused extra damage in their drunken minds.

"Shut up Nott, or I swear I will make you shit rainbows," Blaise glared at Theo who might have had it bad with the amount of winking and obnoxious giggling the girls from the other houses were doing.

"How much damage did we do this time?" She whispered under her breath towards anyone beside her, completely ignoring the headache that her friends are placing on her head with the amount of bickering they were doing. She felt an arm around her shoulder and looking up, it was Graham Montague who gave her a sympathetic look.

"You only aimed a bludger at Snape's office window, breaking it of course, nice swing by the way. Flint had to restrain you because you were flirting with everyone except him, I still think he was jealous that you didn't call him handsome. And—"

"Okay I get it!" She groaned wanting to bang her head on the Slytherin table. At least she wasn't a giggling child mess like the last time. She only remembered drinking her whole bottle and the remaining liquids from the bottles her friends left in her room. And sending her cat to the Gryffindor tower in hopes that someone from the Gryffindor common room knew who the cat was.

"You were so annoying and loud! It's irritating that it disturbed my beauty sleep." An irritating voice snaps from behind her. Turning her head she really didn't want to see this person, and she thought she was now an expert at avoiding people by now, she must've pushed her luck.

"Oh, it's you." Her eyes were droopy, even more tired than she already was. "I thought you died and someone left you in a sewer somewhere in the castle," she deadpans turning back to her empty plate.

"I had better things to do," Pansy retorts.

"Hope it's something to do with your lack of human appearance and decency," Finley mumbled under her breath as a mug of pure coffee was placed in front of her.

"Well it has something to do with your lack of respect for superiors—"

"Oh please, I don't praise neanderthals like you," Finley snaps taking a large sip from the pure bitter mug of coffee.

Pansy was red, like brilliantly red and she was angry with the fact that some half blood like Finley Evans was talking down on her like common crap. Well Finley did see her as common crap, but at least Finley wasn't the type to go around stuffing her nose in other people's business.

"Stop acting so high and mighty you filthy half blooded scum!" Pansy shrieked at Finley, causing the other girl to cover her ears in disdain. She only hoped for the annoying girl to leave her alone, she was doing a good job at ignoring her too.

"Could you perhaps shut the fuck up?" Finley glares, her hand was clenching on to her mug's handle and she was trying to not pour the steaming coffee on the girl. "Life was so nice and quiet before you were born and opened your mouth, I certainly won't miss it."

And with this, Finley finished her mug of coffee before standing up from the slytherin table. It was clear that it wasn't a good day to poke fun at a hung over Finley Evans.