NO. SIMPLY NO. even in a state of extreme intoxication, holiday could recognize a situation that did not sit right, one that needed immediate amending. by her. the determined ravenclaw rolled up her sleeves, pushing and stumbling through the crowd separating her between her sister and the demon in a suit, better known as alfie. or ambrose. like she could tell, or care.  

      ‘ excuse me. ’ the journey to the duo had felt strenuous despite only taking a minute (if even). regardless, it left her a little breathless and swaying - more a comment on her level of drunkenness than stamina. she took a step between the pair in an attempt to protectively shield nessie, craning her neck to direct her glare at the twin. ‘ what exactly is going on here? i told you- you and your brother, to stay away from her! forever!! i meant it. ’ so what nessie and her weren’t on the best of terms at the moment, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t take care of her. 

      AN ENTIRE DAY of unproductivity. it was unheard of. every minute more she spent smothered beneath her blanket, her guilt grew tenfold. yet she couldn’t muster the energy nor the strength to venture out and face the world. it was not a hangover that trapped her, but shame. how could she? did she? was it all some sick nightmare? she desperately wished. 

      as evening inched closer, holly knew she couldn’t go the entire day without eating. she only hoped she’d avoid seeing any slytherins (well, one in particular) or hufflepuffs (two, to be exact). nose buried in a book as she shuffled to the great hall, she prayed to merlin she’d simply blend in with the (admittedly sparse) group of ravenclaws she’d ducked between. gaze peeked over the covers of her novel, she scanned for any sightings, locking in on a familiar pair of orange and blonde heads. at least they were ahead of her, at least people didn’t have eyes in the back of their heads, at least he was- 

      shit. book discarded to the floor, holly sprinted forward faster than she’d ever had in her entire life. slipping between either sister, she linked arms with them, pulling forward at a brisk pace - far, far away from the demon of a man she observed approaching them. 

      ‘ good evening, girls!! ’ she greeted, abnormally cheery. so much for staying under the radar.  ‘ i’m absolutely famished, what an... awful party, hm? i mean i drank far too much. i’m still under the weather. are you? how about you, nessie, you alright? ’

          talking is tiring. this isn’t something she experiences often, however, given the current circumstances ( re: spiked drink ), nessie’s been using a lot more words than she normally would. it doesn’t help that she’s somewhat of a lightweight from her usual abstinence from alcohol. leaving is tempting, sleep even more so. yet, for the sake of making sure that sunday doesn’t fall off the basilisk skeleton, she stays in the chamber, leaning against the wall in a more quiet corner. the unlimited supply of cherry tarts help too. she shuts her eyes for just a moment, only to accidentally lean on whoever decided to stand beside her. “ oh — i’m sorry... ” she trails off as soon as she recognises the smug smile on his face, immediately averting her gaze. merlin, just put me out of my misery.