A/N: Heyy guys here is chapter 6, it took me a while to write which I apologise for, but anyway it’s here now! My friend Livi (the_cauliflower_in_neverland) helped me write this so I hope you enjoy it and please leave me a review!! xxx
The party was like any other, almost everyone (including me) got drunk within the first hour. I got drunk enough to agree to play spin the bottle never really ends well.
The empty bottle of fire whisky (which may or may not have been drunk by me) spun and landed on me. Typical. Great. Oh joy of joys. Spin the bottle was always fun until you had that horrible feeling when you were picked (or someone who you may or may not want to snog gets picked) that was what I was feeling now. I decided being the pathetic human that I am, to close my eyes. I could just about hear the bottle spinning on the stone floor. My eyes flickered open as the noise stopped, for a moment I didn’t know what was happening, all I could see was Charlie’s glowering face. The reason for this became rapidly apparent, the bottle was pointing at James, James Potter, as in my brother’s best friend. The type of spin the bottle we were playing was the kind you only agree to when drunk. Instead of a quick kiss in front of everyone, you had to go and find a place and properly snog. If you didn’t (and there was a spell on the bottle so it would glow if the pair chosen hadn’t kissed) you would have to do some sort of forfeit. James’ eyes flitted to Charlie’s face, I was already drunk and the forfeits were usually something like see how many shots you can down in a minute which would almost definitely make me pass out. Me and James both stood up, our chosen ‘snogging spot’ was a small alcove that had conveniently appeared. He kissed me quickly on the lips his lips soft and warm, and then he pulled away and just looked at me in the eyes. Even though we had already done the required kiss, we both leant in; his hands found their way to my waist and mine to his neck. It felt perfect and I didn’t want him to stop. The bliss was broken as I was roughly pulled from James. It was Charlie, he shoved me sideways and I almost fell over, I would have to if Alicia hadn’t been standing there and caught me. Charlie turned on James who looked as confused as I felt.
“You TWAT!” he yelled shoving James against the wall, “SHE’S MY LITTLE SISTER, HOW COULD YOU?”
He then punched James in the gut.
I felt tears well up into my eyes, Alicia hugged me. Why wasn’t she trying to stop Charlie? Why wasn’t I trying to stop Charlie? For some reason James wasn’t defending himself, he just let Charlie hit him. I couldn’t watch it happen, in one swift movement I pulled myself from the hug and lunged forward in-between James and Charlie. Charlie however couldn’t stop, he was in mid punch and I had jumped into its path. It caught me hard in the stomach and I fell backwards into James’ arms. The tears now flowed freely from my eyes; I didn’t care whether my make-up was everywhere.
“Esmie, I’m so so s-sorry” mumbled Charlie, completely shocked at what he had done. Alicia however stopped him continuing,
“I think you have done enough” she muttered in his ear, so he left.
After catching me James set me down, he clarified that I was okay before walking off somewhere, probably trying to go after Charlie.
I can’t believe him. I really can’t. He thinks he can be the driving force behind everyone’s lives, however sometimes there are things that just have nothing to do with him. In fact, this time I am going to call him up on it. I have let him control me for too long, I need to show him that he can’t walk all over me, it is my life after all.
“Should I go after him?” Alicia suggested. No one seemed to know what to say. I just shook my head firmly.
“No I’ll go” and with that I stood up, leaving the party and my shocked friends behind me. When I heard the door ‘clunk’ shut behind me, I was glad to be free from all the enquiring stares. Now I could focus my attention on the currently most important thoughts that sat at the forefront of my mind; finding and confronting Charlie.
My fast walk turned into a jog as I hoped to catch up with Charlie before he made it to the common room.
I was in luck. Charlie was leant against the wall next to the portrait of the fat lady. His features were still marred with anger. His brow was furrowed and his cheeks were flushed. He wasn’t the only one.
“What did you do that for?” I snapped. He shrugged his shoulders.
“Why did you follow me?” he growled back.
“Because I am sick of you thinking you can control my life!”
“Control your life!? I have less control on your life than when a house elf has burnt it’s masters food!”
“So how do you explain tonight then?” I proceeded to yell back.
“HE WAS USING YOU” he roared
“HE’S you best friend” I spluttered in disbelief, how could he talk about his friend like this?
“He WAS until he messed with you!”
“CHARLIE! It was just spin the bottle! It meant NOTHING!”
“Well the look on his face obviously meant something”
This stumped me, what did he mean by ‘the look on his face obviously meant something’
“What are you going on about?” I asked, my voice no longer raised.
“I know when someone is bullshitting Esmie!” he groaned.
“You’re still not explain, or making sense!”
“He doesn’t like you Esmie, he uses people. That’s just what he does. You have to accept that”
“CHARLIE! It was ONLY a kiss; it doesn’t mean we’re going out!”
“So you’re the type of person that goes around throwing kisses at people as if it is nothing, maybe you and James as perfectly match after all”
“Are you calling me a slut?” I screeched at him.
“Yeah, maybe I am. I never thought I would say it to my own sister but you’re right. You’re a slut Esmie, biggest in the school if I am not mistaken” he spat at me.
His comment hit me like a slap in the face. I had never expected this, least of all from my own brother.
“Fine, I’ll go. You wouldn’t want to be seen with ‘the biggest slut in the school’ then” I mumbled before leaving him and walking through the portrait hole. The fat lady who had been listening to the entire conversation gave me a pitying look as the door swung open. The common room was deserted because it was about 12pm by now. I was just thinking about going to bed when a drunken thought came to my head as they always do when I am far too drunk to realise what a bad idea it is. If Charlie thought I was a slut, maybe I would act like a slut.
The party had continued after the drama between Charlie, James and I. (As previously mention we LOVE to party and won’t let a small thing like a fight ruin a perfectly good party.) Fortunately no one noticed when I snuck back inside now with extra make up and my skirt now considerably shorter than before.
That evening I just gave up caring. I didn’t care what I drank; I didn’t care who I danced with or even who I kissed. I didn’t care what people would say nor did I care what they would think of me. After being called a slut by Charlie I sort of gave up on life. I had sunk low already.
I don’t think Ava, Amie, Evie or Rose saw me, and if they did then I was so drunk and covered in makeup that they probably didn’t recognise me. Either that or whenever they saw me I was busy snogging someone so they wouldn’t really have been able to see my face.
To be honest I can’t remember half of the guys who I snogged. For all I knew it had been a variety of different guys. (Guys really know how to treat girls when they are feeling vulnerable NOT) Though I was pretty sure that I had shared at least one kiss with Aiden Shaw from Ravenclaw. He must have been a good kisser for me to remember him when I was so drunk, to be honest I was surprised that I hadn’t yet passed out.
My eyelids flickered open and I immediately became aware of the pounding headache caused by my hangover. I was in an unfamiliar room, and I was sitting on a Chaise Long (I have always wanted one of those!!) Apart from the chaise long and a small table, the room was empty and I was alone. On the table sat a small vial of lurid purple liquid which I recognised and a large mug of coffee. Mmm perfect. I sat up and grabbed the vial gulping down the potion within, as soon as the potion touched my lips, I felt my headache ease. I drank the coffee quickly hoping the caffeine would kick in soon and keep me alive today. After glugging down the remains of the coffee. I got up and quickly scampered from the room.
A/N: *looks at word count and dies* yeah so sorry L this chapter is a bit short but it is co- written by the_cauliflower_in_neverland ßshe is amazing and made me write this chapter. So anyway, things go a bit down hill for Esmie in this chapter, what do you think? What did you think about the fight between Charlie and James?? So basically please leave me a review, hopefully I will update soon after I find a spade to dig myself out from the mound of homework I am currently buried under.
Thank you everyone :)
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