Have a drink {Mulce}

[scarlettgreyback]

you heard that i was trouble,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESIST
J U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D
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Today was a Hogsmeade day for any student over third year. Scarlett was especially excited for a day like this because that meant that she was going off with her fellow Slytherin's to meddle and not get into any trouble. Most of the professors spent their day planning for classes. Ravenclaws spent their time either in Hogsmeade or off studying for NEWT's, while Slytherin's partied their asses off, usually got inebriated, did something stupid, and had an awful headache the next day. This was Scarlett's style for sure. She woke up that morning and as she was stretching, she remembered what day it was and smiled to herself a bit. She rolled out of bed and headed over to the full length mirror that was in the girl's dormitory.

As she stood there in an over-sized t-shirt and Slytherin green bikini underwear, she ran her hand through her hair, and sighed. She wasn't looking quite like a hot mess, but she wasn't looking fabulous either. Mostly she just looked at her figure. She was very long and lean, as she always had been, but she had gained some weight recently, or rather muscle, due to her getting older and her werewolf body getting more attached to her human body, or so she had read up. It was a long process where your body gains the muscle that your werewolf body exercises each month, and the muscles that help during transformation. Now, most wouldn't notice the gained muscle, especially since it wasn't that much, but for a girl like Scar, she noticed a lot of the muscle that formed due to how lanky she was before. It bothered her a bit. She was used to being a size 0 or 00, and know she was a size 2 or 4. Rolling her eyes at herself, she pulled her hair upto a very messy bun and called it good. A few loose, curly strands fell down by her ice blue eyes and she didn't bother to fix it.

She went back to her trunk and pulled out a pair of tight black leggings. She pulled them on under her over-sized band shirt, and then pulled out her babies, her Alexander McQueen ankle boots, and pulled them on as well. They made her a few inches taller, not that she necessarily needed the height. After poofing her frizzy, brown hair once, and feeling the weight of her bun bob up and down once, she smirked and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She figured she would eat a slight breakfast and then take off for Hogsmeade with her Slytherin buddies.

After a few hours in Zonko's and walking around down the streets, she settled in with a group of people at Three Broomsticks. Now, the popular drink was butterbeer, but that was because these kids were underage, and having anything like Mead or Firewhiskey would not be permitted to be sold to students, but there were always a few sleazy older wizards in the pub who would buy it for pretty ladies, or are easily imperiused enough to buy it for them without the Madam Bartender at the time noticing. In this instance, one of the men in her year whose name she could not remember, one of Dolohov's lackeys, she supposed, had imperiused the very drunken gentleman to buy them three of four bottles of firewhiskey.

After quite a few drinks of firewhiskey, Scar was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol and had become a bit tipsy in a sense, though that wasn't stopping her from drinking. She was hanging onto Amycus Carrow, though he seemed indifferent about it, and they were all laughing over another drink, one of the mugs perched in Scarlett's hand. They were telling stories about grand old times with the world's future Death Eaters, and Scarlett was way too interested to actually be paying attention to every detail. Though she wasn't necessarily a death eater or one of their supporters, she still thought that the adventures that her friends were having were fairly entertaining, though her interest was heightened by the alcohol intake. Taking another drink, a voice told her in her head things could get really ugly or really interesting if she were to drank more. So, listening to the voice in her head, she began to drink more.

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