Selcouth [G.W]

Chapter 15

Remember this was a double update make sure you read the previous one before this!

Saturday. September. 19. 1995

Raconteur (n.)- Talented storyteller.

Millie P.O.V 

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Bloody hell what is that noise?

I reluctantly open my eyes to see my alarm clock going off. 10:30 am.

I groan reaching over and shutting it off. Then turning on the other side of the bed facing away from the window, snuggling deeper into my pillow. My head fucking hurts and I feel like I got hit by a bus. I'm not getting out of this bed.

Wait..... fuckkk, I have quidditch tryouts today.

I squeeze my eyes tightly before opening them again and groaning. I get out of bed and grab my pillow harshly hitting it on the bed a good few times before slamming it back on the mattress and sluggishly walking to the bathroom. I don't bother cutting the lights to the bathroom on knowing it would make my hangover worse than it already is.

Instead, I turn the knob of the shower on hearing that annoying screech before water spurts from it. I slowly take my clothes off giving the shower time to get warm before hopping inside and instantly sitting down on the cold marble floor letting the hot water wake me up.

I don't even attempt to remember last night or how I got to my room since I know it'll only make my headache grow. Reluctantly I stand back up and wash myself off then cut back off the water, wrapping a towel on my wet body.

I walk out of the bathroom and to my dresser, grabbing a pair of black mom jeans and my Slytherin sweater. I lay the outfit on my bed and pad back to the bathroom against my better judgment this time I cut on the light.

Instantly regretting it when the bright fluorescent beams come on, making me squeeze my eyes shut for a good 5 seconds, "Motherfucker," I whisper, opening my eyes back and letting them adjust to the light. I face the mirror finally looking at myself for the first time today.

Good God, I look like hell.

My hair was wet and frizzy going every which way on my head, the bags under my eyes were horrid and to top it off I looked fatigued. I cut on the water and splash it in my face pressing my fingers to my cheek trying to make myself not look like a vampire. I grab my toothbrush and start to brush my teeth.

Once done I quickly walk back out of the bathroom slipping on my clothes and making sure to layout my quidditch clothes as well. Going back to the bathroom mirror I attempt to put two braids in my hair. After about 30 minutes of me cursing and wincing from the pain I did it.

I left out two small stands at the end of my hair and the top, twisting them so my face looks more defined and put together, snatching my vanilla flavored lip I apply it puckering my lips afterward.

I need a fucking cigarette.

I walk to my wardrobe and grab my black doc martens from it, stomping into them I cuff my jeans and grab my bag that hangs on the side of my bed, reaching inside I grab a cigarette putting it between my lips then grabbing the empty flask and walking back to my dresser throwing it inside one of the drawers.

I swiftly walk back to my bag quickly lighting the cigarette then throwing my bag over my shoulders. After one final look in the mirror, I take a big puff of the fag and leave my room.