"You look like an idiot."
"YOU look like an idiot!"
"Oh yeah, what a comeback."
"I've got more up my sleeve but I'd rather not waste my breath on you."
"Argh! You're so annoying!"
"Yeah well, I don't particularly fancy you either!"
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You come fr...
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Ugh...my head. I shouldn't have drank. Dammit. Dammit to hell...
I lift my head up, all heavy, only to look around the place. In confusion and uncertainty.
...Huh?
This...this isn't...my room.
My head is pounding. I sit up, looking around the place. Everything looks. So dark. This bedroom is bigger than me and Bryan's room combined!
It's massive, what the hell? How?
Dark blues and greens. But mainly greens. With glazed wooden floors. A Queen-sized bed. Drawers and a private bathroom to the left. Blackout curtains. I quickly get off of the massive bed and rip them open, only to hiss at the blinding light that streams and fills the room.
Once my eyes adjust to the light, I peer outside the house. My eyes widen with shock. My heart dropping to the pit of my stomach.
This is a mansion! And not just any mansion!! It's a humongous Manor!!
With freshly shaped bushes and a long road trail up the front. It could be almost five stories tall.
Is this...Malfoy Manor?!
Why am I in Malfoy Manor?!
...
THE PARTY!!
What the hell happened?
I smell like alcohol. I still got my clothes on, thank god. So there's none of that.
So what happened? Where am I?
I look back over to the bedside table, only to see some sort of tray. A silver tray.
A small bread bun and a peach. A green apple too. And some small green looking drink with two pills.
Hey. You were pretty drunk last night and your brother Bryan had preferred me to bring you back to the Manor. Apparently, your foster parents didn't know you left and would rather not bring you home drunk, especially since we were all majorly underaged drinking. I didn't know you were a foster child...
Here's a hangover repair kit, I've made these up before when father would drink too much. The tablets are headache pills. The drink is a small smoothie for hangovers. I thought you would like to have a green apple. And I know you like peaches.
