that there's always been a rainbow hangin over your head,'
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 Lyra was not prepared for after drinking was the hangover. It was nine in the morning and she was currently in front of a toilet, groaning as she emptied the contents of her stomach.
Not only did she feel like absolute shit, but she also couldn't remember anything that had happened the night prior.
"Come on, get it all out, it's alright," Katrina spoke as she pulled Lyra's hair back as the girl vomited repeatedly. "Feel any better?"
Lyra rolled her eyes as she wiped the side of her mouth. "Yes, I feel way better than I did last time you asked me - which was ten seconds ago."
Katrina sighed. "Sorry. Are you sure no potion or spell can cure hangovers? Because I know you and I could definitely use one. My head is pounding."
"There are potions, yes, but I don't see a potions kit lying around anywhere."
"Gosh you are grumpy when you're hungover," Katrina sat up, "I'm going to ask around if anyone has one."
Katrina left the room, her curly light brown hair swaying as she walked. Lyra stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.
She had bags under eyes, a pressing thirst for water, and a really aggressive headache. Lyra chuckled at the thought of Remus' reaction to one of his children hungover at fifteen. Though, from what she's heard from Marlene, he would be doing the same with his three friends at her age.
Katrina returned quickly, two glasses full of a potion.
"Fred and George had some, apparently they knew we'd be needing them." Katrina passed one glass to Lyra and downed hers.
Lyra took her glass, but she was confused as to why her heart started beating so suddenly at the mention of George. Shrugging it off, she drank the potion and quickly felt ten times better. She was frustrated that her memories of the previous night hadn't returned with the drink.
"Are the other girls still asleep?" she asked Katrina.
"Yeah," Katrina followed Lyra as she entered the girls' dormitory again and began whispering. "though I'm sure they'll be up soon. I'm sure they're just tired from the match because they didn't have nearly as much alcohol as you, Fred, George, and the older years..."
Lyra furrowed her brows. "You know, I really don't know how they convinced me to drink that much. Usually, I just sit back and watch."
Katrina looked over from where she was pulling a sweater over her clothes. "You were pretty eager to have a drink, Lyra. You nearly cried when George told you to take a break from it..."
