Re: The Showers

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

[If Remus is allowed to RP stuff that's happened after Remsy, I am too. Since it's on pause now and I'm bored.]

Pansy stumbled into the showers, one hand resting lightly on the wall for balance. Not only was she still drunk, but her legs were still trembling uncontrollably, her hands mimicking the motion. Well today's events were rather... unexpected. she thought, giggling to herself. Eyes somewhat dreamily unfocused and hair a mess, she headed over to one of the showers and stripped, stepping in and turning the water icy cold. She hoped it would sober her up, but as the freezing droplets streaked down her skin, it only succeeded in making her very cold. The additional cold-chills made her unsteady enough on her feet that she collapsed to the ground, laughing. She reached up and shut off the shower, deciding instead maybe a bath would be best. She got the water as hot as it would go, filling the room with thick steam. Slipping in, she sighed happily and dunked her head under, before coming up again by the edge, dizzy. She rested her head on her arms over the edge of the tub, and fell asleep.

[If someone wants to find her, that's cool. Whoever. Who would be the best (aka most drama llama) person to find her?]

[Guest]

[Draco?]

[Guest]

[Actually, no, Hermione.]

[Katie Bell]

[Im hereeee. but i have no idea whats going on sooooo]

[Guest]

[Im hereeee. but i have no idea whats going on sooooo]

[SNUPIN DIED.]

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

[Haha, yeah I think either one of them would be the best.]

[Guest]

A torn bit of parchment zoomed in, landing at Pansy's feet. It was written quite hastily and with a shaky hand; it was difficult for anyone to read.

Flower-
Have left castle.
Staying at Hog's Head.
Don't know when I'll come back.
If you don't hear from me in the next few days, make sure somebody gets my corpse out of there.
The room smells bad enough already.
I'm sorry I didn't listen to you.
You were right.
-Sev

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

[Pansy's feet are in the bottom of the tub. I'm going to pretend it landed on her pile of clothes. ]

[Guest]

[Oh. WELL. Shush. GO READ IT.]

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

[SHE'S PASSED OUT DRUNK. Little hard to read while asleep.]

[Molly Prewett]

[Pansy would you like Mya to come find you? You can giggle at the 'I love Sirius Black' sign stuck on her forehead then try to slap her? OOOOH and then I'll know Remus told about the Dramione. YES! Can I find you!?]

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

[Yes, but I don't know if she'll remember being told about the Dramione or not. Maybe it'll dawn on her once she see's Hermione and tries to remember why she was sad. ]

[Molly Prewett]

[ok, DO THAT! So you're passed out in the tub right now? possibly ready to slip under water and drown?]

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

[Um. Yes, somewhat. She's totally passed out, got her head on her arms resting on the edge, but it's easy to fall in from that I suppose.]

[Molly Prewett]

*Hermione shuffles into the bathroom, feeling a little self-conscious. She's only passed a couple of people on her way down to the showers, but they'd given her odd looks and she's sure she heard them sniggering as she walked by. There room is somehwhat steamy and it's not until she's right up close to the mirror that she can make out the dark lines across her forehead: "I love Sirius Black" and she hates him all over again once the memory comes flooding back*

I reall am going to kill him!

*she turns away from the mirror in disgust, for the first time noticing that she's not alone - there's someone in the tub*

Oh, sorry!

*when there's no response, she frowns and moves closer to investiage. Parkinson isn't one of her favourite people, but she can see the Slytherin is passed out, hanging over the edge of the tub. It would be all too easy for her to slip underwater and drown. She leans down, shaking the other girl's shoulder firmly*

Parkinson, wake up!

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy stirred as she heard someone talking, only really waking up when she was being shaken about. She blinked a few times and looked around. What was this? How did I even get here? She looked up at Hermione, squinting to see through the steam that still filled the room. "Er... why am I sleeping in the bath?" Finding herself still very tired, and still somewhat drunk, she laid her head back down on her arms and tried to remember how she got here. Nothing. Her mind was blank, erased, like nothing had happened at all since this morning when she'd been wandering the hallways looking for someone to hang out with. She remembered something had made her sad, but for the life of her hadn't a clue what it was. All she could assume was that she'd drank quite a bit of Firebeer to forget whatever had made her upset. The good news, well, it had worked.

[Molly Prewett]

*shrugs, taking in the lingering smell of alcohol that she knows isn't just her along with Parkinson's somewhat washed-out appearance*

You tell me - I just wandered in and here you were, having a nap. Hangover?


*it's not a judgement - people in glass houses and all that - she's merely curious. she knew that Parkinson was a drinker, but also knew she wasn't the type of person to allow herself to be seen in this state, and she wonders what had made her control slip*

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy blinked hard and shook her head, trying to wake up. "Still drunk, actually," she laughed, and slipped back down into the water, submerging herself. She ran her fingers through her hair to put it back in some kind of order, and enjoyed the way she floated, weightless, noiseless, peaceful. What was she doing here, drunk? Why would she come here? Why was she drinking outside of the common room anyway? That idea that something had made her sad earlier popped back up, but as much as she tried, she couldn't remember it. Not quite. It was there, she knew it, but it was just out of reach, hidden behind that curtain in her mind that only alcohol could create.

[Molly Prewett]

Ok then.

*she's still curious - even though she'd laughed it off, something doesn't seem quite right with Parkinson and she get's the distinct feeling she's upset and wonders why that could be. then it hits her and her eyes widen, a guilty flush creeping over her face. we're she and Malfoy still together? last Hermione had seen of them was at the dance, they'd been arguing and she'd taken Luna to the Hospital Wing to get the hell away from that mess. but an argument didn't mean they weren't together. her stomach clenches with self-disgust. Parkinson hadn't even crossed her mind. had Malfoy told her? she thought he'd be the type to keep it to himself - she could never picture him willingly setting himself up for trouble. but what if he had? she stares at the Slytherin in the water [I'm assuming there are many many bubbles, ok!?] and shoves her hair back off her forehead absently, not sure what to do as the silence stretches on, further and further into awkward territory*

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy comes back up out of the water [yes, loads of bubbles] and coughs. She wipes the water off her face and looks back at Hermione, a little more than confused. She thinks for a moment, not believing she's about to confide in Granger. She blames it on still being drunk. Granger... there's something I should remember about her... She pushes the thought away for a moment. "Hermione, I don't know where I've been for the past few hours. Not since breakfast time, anyway."

[Molly Prewett]

*wishes she had the ability to lose large chunks of drunk-time because she wouldn't feel nearly as awful about herself then. she hands over a hand towel so Parkinson can wipe the lingering bubbles from her cheeks and nose. she grinds the puzzle-solving part of her brain into gear, grateful for the distraction but clearly a bit slow all around with her own slight hangover because she hasn't excused herself and made her escape yet. part of her doesn't want to leave until she's sure the other girl is ok anyway - she seems more alert now, but she still worries that she may black out if left alone*

Well.... surely somebody must've seen you at some point, there's always people about. Can you... can you remember seeing anyone? Talking to anyone at all since breakfast? Just a flash of a memory is a good start I suppose...

[Ravenclaw Mod]

Just a flash of a memory is a good start I suppose...

[Not if you wanna keep your head it's not!]

[Molly Prewett]

Just a flash of a memory is a good start I suppose...

[Not if you wanna keep your head it's not!]

[yeah I know, but with Pansy drunk it's the best chance I've got at getting out alive, and I need to know that Remus told so I can bitch-slap him ]

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

It was like someone had turned on a light bulb in her mind. "Oh. My. God."
Pansy took the towel from Hermione and wiped her face, taking the moment for a slow breath, to make sure she actually remembered what she thought she remembered. But there was no other explanation. Why else would she want to drink so much apart from the other Slytherins? She couldn't remember who she was with, but it wasn't another Slytherin. If it was, they'd have been here rather than Granger. She pulled herself up out of the bath and wrapped the towel around her, keeping her eyes on Hermione.
"You."
It was a single word, a single accusation, a single realization, and it kicked her out of her drunkenness better than the shower or bath or anything else had been able to do. She knew she wasn't better yet, and probably wouldn't be for a while, but ignored it. There were more important things right now, like the fact that Hermione Granger had slept with Draco Malfoy.

[Guest]

-is definitely not picturing a naked Pansy about to get into a catfight with Hermione-

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