Drunk

A shrill laugh echoed through the girl's sixth year Hufflepuff dormitory, and Gleny soon found herself more on the cold wooden floor than on her nice comfortable bed, like she had been just a few seconds ago. HAHA-- okay, the floor was so much harder than the ground. Or-- er. Wait. The floor was the ground. Perplexed for a moment, it took her a few moments to figure out what to do next. Er.... BED!

“Nooo, Marissa--- but, okay listen, you won't believe my, like--- night,” Gleny gushed, throwing her hands down onto the sheets, palms facing up with an exasperated look on her face. Because like--- Marissa had to know, she really just-- it had to be told! And before-- haha okay, like, before Gleny had been really down about the whole thing. Because like--- who wouldn't be upset about having your love potion go terribly wrong to a point where this other girl starting snogging you? And then-- and then she had seen Gideon sometime in the night (it was all fuzzy, really) and he had looked--- urgh. She had just, like--- wanted to die. Basically.

Gideon was just too sweet! And she had been kind of a bitch with the whole thing and--- she hadn't meant to be! Which was why this sucked.

But like--- ohmigosh, and then-- “Marissa, so--- okay. Emmeline Vance, you know her right? She was like--- whoopsie dasiy!" Gleny let out a couple of chuckles as she threw her hair back and tried to pick herself back up with her hands. Her legs obviously wanted to take a break. "Okay. I'm fine! So then-- she like, drank it! YEAH, I--- and then it was like-- okay and I am fine with her drinking it and like--- snogging me or whatever, but then I saw him--- You know who him is," Gleny stopped, her jaw staying open as she waited for Marissa's confirmation.

"Yes. Yes you do," she supplemented, not waiting for Marrisa to respond. Her friend gave an off the shoulder look, which threw Gleny into another world. "YES, MARRISA IT'S GIDEON! IT'S GIDEON, IT'S GIDEON I TOLD YOU---”

"Really?" Marissa spoke finally, her face expressing the utmost form of dubious.

Gleny's face contorted for a second, pulling her face into a slight pout. She knew what Marissa was thinking, and no, she was not drunk and no she was not making this up! It had actually happened, and It had only been like--- a bottle. And a couple of sips from something else. “I am not drunk, don't you look at me like---

“FLORENCE!” As the other Hufflepuff walked into the room, Gleny made no hesitation to tumble off her bed to give a great big hug to her friend. She had been out very late indeed. "I HAVE A BEDTIME STORY FOR YOU! IT'S REALLY SAD!"

YULE BALL

Okay, okay she knew that she was dating Tim and everything and that they were going to the ball as an official date--- and she really liked him, she did! He was cute, and such a nice boy (not to mention a very good dancer) but--- she was allowed to watch other people, right? Yes, of course she was. There wasn't a law against wandering eyes, and Hogwart's rumor mill had taken quite a grip on her, especially here, where events to be talked about for weeks would. How could you stay in the know if you didn't keep up with it's main players?

The only reason was because--- well, Gleny was dying to see who Sirius and James had came with. And not just because they were cute, (she wasn't allowed to think that when she had a boyfriend!) but because-- who would go with them? Who would they choose! Or better yet, had Lily finally said yes? The whole aspect of it just made her want to giggle and strain her neck even more. Holding tight onto Tim's hand, Gleny stood on her tip toes (that was another thing she likes about Tim, he was very, very tall) to perhaps get a glimpse of something interesting. Maybe people fighting, or snogging. Something! Just anything.

But after a few minutes of seeing neither James nor Sirius (it had just occurred to her now that they were much above going to dances like this and most likely not here), she grew tired and her neck began to hurt.

Sigh. Alright, well---- nothing. It was boring, people we just behaving and dancing. It would be rude to keep her boyfriend just standing there for much longer, forced to watch people so--- they wouldn't, any longer. Besides, her dress was too pretty and he looked too dashing for it to go to waste.

“Let's go dance,” she said, taking one of his hands into both of hers as she turned to look at him. She watched as he nodded, and a huge smile appeared on her face. She loved dancing.

traumatized

Gideon.

Her throat suddenly felt clogged, and for the first time in her life, Glenda actually felt like she was drowning. Why, why-- why-- why was James-- how could he be telling her this? It wasn't possible, there was no way, it was just some sick joke. James and his friends would do mean things to people in school, and this could be, this could be---- because, there was no way. No way that Gideon was--- her husband had--- had... he couldn't die, he was too smart, too able to defend himself from being-- attacked [who would attack him?], too-- too-- the sad look on James' face was saying it all, and she wanted to smack and scream at him for doing this. He had no right, no right at all coming to the house so late like this. He hardly came here, unless she invited him over, and she certainly had not asked him to come or-- no, no it wasn't possible.

Gleny felt her shoulders begin to shake as her vision began to blur. Gone-- gone? She couldn't even hear what James was continuing to whisper to her, as she refused to make eye contact. Was he telling her that it had been a noble death, that he had--- died for a just cause and--- her hand flew to her mouth, unable to finish her own thought. No, no-- how could this be happening, how could this be happening to her, it didn't make sense, it didn't make sense at all. They had--- they had a family, a---a-- a son that needed---

A long, gutted moan escaped from her body, and Glenda didn't hold back her screams of anguish fill the kitchen to it's brim. "James," she sobbed, shaking her head so violently it began to spin. "He--- he won't---- the--- Tri---Tri--- ever--- have a---" She broke herself off, physically unable to finish the sentence.

Gideon--- Gideon. She would never see him again, never be able to run her hands through his hair or stay up late talking about nothing at all or simply think again without thinking of him. Never-- ever-- never again. She couldn't think, her brain was off, the lights were off-- gone, gone. Everything was so numb; she couldn't feel her fingers and she didn't even recognize James wrapping his arms under her own to keep her from crumbling to the ground. This wasn't, this wasn't--- she didn't care that she wasn't holding back and screaming her deafening sobs of pain into his ear. Nothing mattered, nothing mattered at all anymore.

Gideon, Gideon-- why--- why?

first year

“So then I told her--- I'll tell you what I told her, I said, 'No way, that's impossible' because I can't have grey hair, I'm only eleven, and you don't get grey hair when you're eleven! So then she kept on insisting I did, and we just went back and forth on it for about, just-- hours, I can't even remember. It was the longest time I've ever talking, even though there was that one time that I talked all straight through a night, in boarding school. Did I tell you about that, that one time? Well, alright, so there was this girl who went and dared to--

“Oohh you're going to eat that candy? It's not very good for you, you know. And plus, isn't it a bit barbaric? I mean, think about it. The whole concept of just eating this poor frog's head off, because it's chocolate? It's like they want us to eat real frogs, or something, and find joy in it. I never really understood the point of charming food to make it dance and stuff. What's wrong with food that stays on your plate? That's how it was like at my boarding school before here. Then again, it was a Muggle one, so I don't think that they could have charmed it to move anyway.

“What house do you think you'll get in? I want to be in Gryffindor, I think that would just be the best, don't you think? It would be awesome, plus the color scheme is just better than all the other houses. Well, I guess bronze and blue would go better with my complexion--- you, not so much, but I think a brighter color would do better for you. Or, actually, I'm not really that sure. It's alright though, most colors don't look good on people. But as I was saying--- I heard that your parent's houses make a difference as to which one you get in! Do you think that's true? My dad didn't even go to Hogwarts, so I'm sure I'll be sorted differently than anyone else.

"Do you think you'll be sorted differently? Isn't there--- a hat-still? Or something like that? When the Sorting Had takes forever to decide where to put someone? I don't think that will happen to me, but I do think that will happen to you! You barely have said a word, not very good at voicing your thoughts. I'm not sure if the Hat will like that.

"Speaking of hats, I saw this adorable--- where are you going? Oh! You need to use the bathroom, that must be it because the train just took off ten minutes ago. I think I heard someone saying its at the front of the train. Alright, I'll see you in a few minutes! Hope you don't get lost! Have fun, friend!"

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