The Beauxbatons Girl

~4~

Ophelia Emory Grey

It had already been two weeks since the first day back in hell.

I've been drowning in piles and piles of homework, having no time to rest except on the weekends.

Malcolm and I haven't talked since that time I caught him sneaking into the girl's dormitories. I'm still fucking mad at him for that.

Today was a Sunday, and Chaisee and I were walking back to our dorms from our evening walk.

I suddenly froze when I heard mumbled talking noises coming from the wall next to me. I leaned my ear a bit closer to see if I could hear more.

I realized that it sounded like some sort of party was being thrown on the other side of the wall.

"Chaisee do you have anything to do today?" I asked her hoping she would say no.

"Not really, no." she replied while biting her lip, "Oh Phee don't think we're going to that party."

"What, you knew about it?" I said, disappointed at Chaisee for not telling me.

"Did you not hear Delacour announcing it to everyone in the Dining Chamber?" she asked me annoyingly.

"I wasn't paying attention," I told her. Then I grabbed her hand and ran to the door of the room. I noticed it was one of the abandoned classrooms no teacher ever uses.

I heard Chaisee begging me to not go to the party. But I really needed a break from school. Plus there might be some alcohol involved.

Chaisee rolled her eyes before stepping into the room with me. I looked around, noticing that the majority of the school was at this party.

Chaisee and I walked around. Her, miserable. Me, looking for a damn drink.

I finally found a table in the far back, full of all sorts of beverages.

Then I saw Malcolm chugging a bottle of some sort of whiskey.

Getting irritated from looking at him, I glanced over at the bottles, trying to find some beer.

When I reached out my arm to grab the nearest bottle, Malcolm slapped my hand from across the table.

"What do you think you're doing?" he sneered, his whiskey still in his hand.

I tried to ignore him, and grab a bottle with my other hand. I noticed Chaisee wasn't next to me anymore, probably had a heart attack from seeing Malcolm.

He immediately put down his bottle and walked around the table towards me. I was fascinated by how undrunk he was considering seeing him chugging the bottle a few moments ago.

As he walked closer to me, I felt like fucking punching him on the face. Why can't he just let me be?

"Ophelia you think I'm just gonna let you drink alcohol?" he told me with his deep voice.

I suddenly had an idea. What if I just throw a bottle on his head? Fuck, no he'd die.

I gulped and walked away from the table, hoping Malcolm would leave after a while, letting me get some of those drinks.

Glancing around trying to find Chaisee, I spotted many people having a bit too much fun. By that, I mean snogging, and even putting their hands up each other's pants.

I felt my stomach churn. Maybe I should've listened to Chaisee.

I winced when someone behind me tugged at my shoulder. Turning around, I saw that it was Malcolm.

"Ophelia, why'd you come here?" he asked me sternly. I rolled my eyes, fucking annoyed from his question.

"Will you just let me be?" I remarked. Malcolm's eyes were red, though I could see they were full of worry.

"Get the hell out of here, you're gonna get yourself into trouble," he stated.

"So why are you here then? Like you're not gonna get yourself in trouble-"

"I'm 17, I can make my own decisions," he told me as he walked closer. I could now smell the alcohol from his mouth.

"Why the fuck do you have to control everything I do?" I shouted, pushing him away.

He recoiled back, shocked by my action. I pushed him one more time, and he toppled onto the floor.

I hurriedly ran over to the table with drinks and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Then I ran out of the room, hoping Malcolm wouldn't follow me.

The cold air hit my face as I speed walked away from the party. I slowly drank the whiskey, feeling the familiar burning sensation on my throat. I loved it.

With every sip, I became dizzier and dizzier. How could I have forgotten I get drunk too easily?

The dark halls didn't help with the dizziness. I was stumbling around, trying not to fall.

I knew where my dorm was, but the hallways were getting harder to recognize.

Finally, I found the girl's dormitories. I swung my dorm door open, to see Chaisee laying on her bed not changed from the clothes she was wearing today.

I walked over slowly, trying not to trip on anything. I took another sip of the whiskey and fell over on Chaisee's bed. Her bed was so warm and comfortable.

I nudged my head onto her chest, which was rising and falling slowly.

Looking up, I saw Chaisee's eyes flutter open. She flinched a little at the sight of me laying down next to her. Then she took the bottle in my hand and chugged all that was left inside of it.

"Why'd you come back early?" she asked me softly.

"Something with Malcolm. Why did you run away?" I cooed, pointing my finger at her.

Chaisee put the bottle down on her nightstand, and laid back down, looking up at the ceiling.

"Do you think I'll ever have a chance with Malcolm-"

"Chaisee, what the fuck do you see in that guy?" I snapped.

"Many things really, he's always been sweet to me. Well, when we actually used to talk back when we were 1st and 2nd years," she responded, still looking up at the ceiling.

I looked up at her eyes, which were starting to water. She deserves so much better than Malcolm. So much better.

We laid there in silence, and I could feel my eyelids getting heavier. Eventually, I closed my eyes, happy to be falling asleep next to Chaisee.