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I decided Queen B and my king The Weeknd would best suit our Queen Asya's vibe tonight, so I recommend listening to the song above for the vibes.
ENJOY!!
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Willow and I are getting ready for tonight's party. She has her own way of getting ready. All I know is, she is not going to be able to get out of bed for a week with the level of high she's at.
I guess that's her way of coping with life. She's addicted to substances, I'm addicted to power.
The parties at Durmstrang were always very high-class, because they were held by me of course. It was an opportunity for everyone to show off their wealth and power.
When Theo mentioned there'd be a party in the Shrieking Shack, I almost laughed out loud. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little skeptical about tonight's party. Actually, a lot skeptical. Whatever, if I don't enjoy it, I'll find a way to make it enjoyable. I always do.
Usually, my outfits are my favourite part when going to parties. I like to be very very over the top. However, I am not going to risk getting my nice clothes dirty in a dirty old shack. So, I'm just wearing a black mini skirt with a sheer laced black body suit. Not my top choice, but it's the most basic thing I'm willing to wear. Never will you find me wearing... jeans. The thought of them makes me gag.
I've kept my hair in its natural curls and my makeup minimal; just some mascara, nude gloss and a bit of concealer under my eyes.
Before I forget let me get my dagger. I have a couple essentials in my life. My wand, my dagger, red lipstick and me, obviously. I slide my dagger in my thigh buckle, right next to my wand. Since I'm wearing a mini skirt, I pull the strap higher up my thigh. I have a whole collection; each holding a very special value to me. Blood has been shed on all of them. All laced with poison in the engravements on the blade and cursed with dark magic... just in case. Once it comes in contact with your blood—instant death unless cured immediately.
Snape is going to kill me if he finds out I'm going to a party. He keeps going on about how I need to keep a low profile. Me. A low profile? Anywaysss.
I have training tomorrow morning at six.
I just won't smoke or drink, it's fine.
Actually, maybe I'll just smoke.
Actually, maybe I'll drink a little too. I'm not a light-weight, I can handle it.
Willow enters the room after her smoking session. I'm glad she's taking my rules seriously. As she should. "Heyyyy," she slurs.
I give her a sarcastic smile, taking my wand out. I turn to look at her "well, what are you waiting for? Are we not apparating?"
"Here's the problem. I can't apparate when I'm high. My mind is everywhere. But also nowhere. It's in an exotic state where I just can't process—" I walk over to her and grab her arm, apparating us to the Shrieking Shack.
