[ @slykyungsoo ] jongin can vaguely remember this muggle story of the princess and the pea; something about a princess laying on a pile of feather mattresses and getting no decent sleep because of a pea hidden at the bottom of the pile. maybe? either way, the teenage wizard thinks he sympathizes with her. granted, he is no princess, but whatever sleep he's trying to get is steadily being interrupted by what feels like an actual stone wedged up under the small of his back. now, he can't really remember falling asleep with the windows open in his dormitory, so he has no idea where the wind on his face is coming from either. granted, he hasn't opened his eyes yet either. in fact, jongin isn't even fully awake. just--this pain in his lower back is the worst and while he isn't royalty, he can definitely feel something digging into his spine and he doesn't think it's his imagination. he blinks. and then blinks again. there's this film of drunken haze over his eyes (colored a light gray just because he felt like it earlier in the night), and a sickening swirl in his stomach when he tries to sit up. "shit." he hisses, one of his hands attempting to wedge itself up under himself to dig whatever it is out so he can lay back down and-- wait. he catches sight of his surroundings for what feels like the first time and he's outside? how the hell did he get outside? and why does he feel drunk? also, why did he fall asleep on a rock the size of his palm? too many questions, definitely not enough answers. he shifts, cracking his back when he sits up fully and suddenly he can't remember where he put his wand. "great." jongin mutters with a confused, exhausted sigh. both hands pat around his body, feeling for his wand but finding it nowhere on his person. his robes are gone, too, leaving him in slacks that are covered in dirt and remnants of leaves and his hogwarts issued top, tie askew and half wrapped around his own neck. what a fucking mess. jongin isn't really proficient in wand less magic either, so there's that. he's completely out of luck until he figures out how he ended up--in what looks like the forbidden forrest? to his immediate left, on the other side of a log the wizard presumes he was just using as a pillow is another body. it takes a second to process that said body isn't a dead body, but that has more to do with said person shifting in their sleep and less to do with his own drunken cognitive abilities. jongin squints, then runs at his eyes to try and focus them. the only light he has to work with without his wand is that of the moon shining through the dense underbrush, and that's not really a lot. thankfully, he recognizes heart shaped lips and a short, lightly snoring form. kyungsoo. it would be nice to say that it all comes flooding back when he gets a good look at the other boy sleeping on the forbidden forrest floor, but what actually does happen is a very vague picture of a party with some slytherins and one of his roommates, and probably some other people jongin can't place. a party, way way too much fire-whisky, and something about if anyone was too much of a chicken shit to sneak into the forbidden forrest in the middle of the night it /sure/ wasn't jongin. he does all shades of stupid things when he drinks; and he talks, a lot, which can be bad depending on what he talks about. never mind, he'll deal with that later. still, the knowledge that he had been at a party still doesn't really explain what he's doing sleeping right next to another boy in the middle of the forrest. had they gotten lost? and where the hell is his wand? priorities, jongin, priorities. pulling himself up to his feet, he unceremoniously kicks kyungsoo in the calf on his way around the large log he had pillowed earlier in search of his wand. "wake up-- 'soo come on where's my wand?" he sounds groggy, voice hushed and frantic because there's /centaurs/ out here somewhere and jongin really doesn't want to be unarmed if they happen on jongin and kyungsoo unannounced. he's ready to level another kick to his friend when he spots his wand right near the smaller male's ear and while he has no idea how it got there of all places, he reaches down to pick it up and feels a whole whole lot better about this entire situation. now they he doesn't have to panic about being defenseless out here, he can process. well, sort of process, because he sort of can't stand straight yet and has to sit back down on the log while pawing at his tie to get it to stop being wrapped around his neck like a noose. his leg knocks into a half empty bottle of fire-whisky and now it makes a whole lot more sense why they passed out on the forrest floor without bothering to go back to the party. shrugging, and holding his wand steady in his dominant hand, muttering 'lumos' under his breath so the tip shines with a bright light he uses to be able to see what he's doing, jongin wraps the other fingers around the neck of the bottle and brings it up to his mouth for a heavy swig that burns, and tastes a little bit like sweetened dirt. the cap's nowhere to be seen, so he imagines that's probably why. he feels considerably less like a princess with the rock no longer digging into his lower back, but he still wants to sleep, so maybe there's another princess he can identify with when they make it back to the castle. /if/ they make it back to the castle. "if you're not gonna-- get your ass up, man i'm not levitating you all the way back." he slurs to his company, not even sure if kyungsoo is actually awake. keeping his wand hand aloft to shine the light from his wand tip around them, jongin plops the nearly empty fire whisky bottle back down on the ground next to his friend as if trying to entice him with more liquor. if kicking him didn't do the trick, then maybe being drink drank drunker will be just the wake up call kyungsoo needs.
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