HSWW: Emma Worthington
Saturday, August 21 - Hogsmeade Day: You know the drill.
hair - down, messy waves
nails - black
lips - dark red
music - in for the kill // la roux
where - dorm, hogshead, streets of hogsmeade
with - stefani, hunter garrickson, grace, nate, various slytherins
Stefani raised her eyebrows at me when she saw what I was wearing.
“What?” I snapped. I was still angry with her for last night.
“Nothing,” she replied. Then, as I applied dark liner around my eyes, she added, “It just doesn’t seem very you, that’s all.”
“And what does seem like me?” I asked annoyedly.
“A little less edge, a little more girly, and a lot less eye makeup,” she said.
“It’s still plenty girly,” I argued, “I’m wearing a skirt, aren’t I? And heels and a corset, goddamnit.”
“It’s just… Not you,” was all she said.
I rolled my eyes, “Whatever.”
Stefani gave me one last lingering look before walking out of our room. I assumed she was headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.
I, on the other hand, was not particularly hungry. So, skipping out on breakfast, I headed straight for Hogsmeade.
“Firewhiskey,” I told the bartender at the Hogshead when he asked me what I wanted. He gave me an odd look since it was so early in the morning, but I ignored it. It’s not like I was going to get drunk anyways. Stefani’s charm still hadn’t worn off so I was as sober as ever.
“Fancy meeting you here, Worthington,” a familiar voice said. I looked up to see Slytherin Hunter Garrickson seated next to me. “You know, it really was a shame to see Grace curse such a pretty pureblood like you.”
“I’m not going to sleep with you, slime ball,” I told him as the bartender brought me my firewhiskey. I downed the entire thing as if it was a shot before slamming the glass down on the counter.
Hunter looked at me strangely, quite obviously surprised by how quickly I had finished my firewhiskey. But then he remembered why he was even talking to me in the first place.
“Not even just a snog?” he asked flirtatiously.
I laughed at him as I put some money on the counter to pay for my firewhiskey. “Not for all the money in the world,” I told him before walking away.
“Oh look who it is everyone,” Grace’s voice called out from a group of Slytherins as I walked down the street. Why the fu/ck did I always have the urge to go for walks alone down this street? “Our friend Emma.” I ignored her and she continued, “Don’t you want to come here and spy on us, Em? Or should I call you Miss President?”
“Leave her alone Grace,” Nate said.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she replied, “Wouldn’t want to ruin your chances of fu/cking our lovely head girl.”
“Listen Deloria,” I said, approaching her. When I reached her, I got right in her face. “I don’t usually fight fire with fire, but if you’re not careful, you’re sorry a/ss is gonna burn to the ground.”
She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, I pulled out my wand and said, “densaugeo,” causing her teeth to grow at an alarming rate. Her eyes widened in shock and I heard a few snickers from the group of Slytherins.
Satisfied, I walked away. When I glanced back, I noticed Nate watching me with a sad look in his eyes.
not my best story, but i haven't had much time for polyvore today so that's my excuse