Post by Kalypso Malfoy on Jan 30, 2010 2:16:39 GMT -5
Underage drinking, while frowned upon by most adults, was something many, many teenagers did in their free time. Teens in the magical world were surely no different. While it was a tad bit more difficult to drink while at Hogwarts (there was much more sneaking around involved), it was certainly just as gratifying and fun. While Kalypso was only fourteen and may be considered a bit young to be involved in the type of crowd that snuck away to Hogsmeade late at night on weekends it certainly did not stop her. Alcohol made everything more interesting and fun for her; she had discovered it the year before. She had apparently been corrupted at an early age, though she certainly was not complaining.
After a few hours of fun at the Hog’s Head on a Saturday night (well, technically an early Sunday morning), the group headed back into the school. The older students knew how to handle themselves a bit better and didn’t get as hammered as the younger ones did, and were trying to keep them quiet so they all wouldn’t get caught. Kallie, however, had said her goodbyes and wandered off. This was probably not a good thing, as she lacked a good sense of direction in the first place, let alone when drunk.
She’d nearly fallen down the staircase and frowned at herself, shaking her head. “Careful, Kallie,” she mumbled to herself. “Don’t want to –” and with that, she walked into a suit of armor, knocking it over and landing on top of it. The clang that followed was horribly loud and she cursed. “Sorry, Sir Shiny-Suit,” she said around her giggles, pushing herself up to stand. She fumbled for her wand, setting the suit of armor straight quickly before giving him a mock salute and hurrying on her way before she could get caught.
Unfortunately, trying to find one’s common room while severely intoxicated was certainly not fun in a castle as large as Hogwarts. Kallie had never felt so lost, and cursed herself for drinking so much. She should have known better by now, though apparently had not. She kept going over the landmarks in her head and tried to figure out where the fuck she was. If she found one of them, she would be fine. Or, rather, she should be. She’d been in the castle long enough to know how to find her common room from several places in it, though finding those places while drunk was certainly an adventure.
She looked older than fourteen, and perhaps that was why it usually wasn’t too much of a hassle for her to get alcohol when she wanted it. She could pass for seventeen if she tried (which was always fun) and if a bartender had a good eye, some of her friends were of age and would just get it for her. At the moment, however, she would be proud to say that she had been able to pass for seventeen. She had taken her time getting ready, and it had paid off in the form of alcohol. Oh, how she loved when dressing up paid off.
Her hair, naturally a light blonde, and been left in it’s natural curls. She left out the usual braid that she put her bangs into, deciding that it made her look too young. And so those shorter locks fell into a pale and pretty face, and she suddenly remembered why she’d started that habit of braiding her hair. Her eyes were lined in a navy so dark it could pass as black, though the color made her blue eyes pop more than usual. The eyeshadow on her lids was a mix of blue and green to match was she was wearing, and she had taken her time mixing the colors to make it look perfect. She never bothered with mascara or blush (the latter made her look weird, due to being so pale) so had left those out; she wore only the eyeshadow and liner and a bit of glitter on her chest and cheeks, as well as strawberry flavored lipgloss, though she didn’t think that counted as make-up. The skirt she wore was of the mini variety, the material a soft cotton and black, and she had paired with a pretty halter top – greens and blues mixed in a swirly design, the material silky and sparkly. The black heels she wore were strappy and brought her up a few inches, and she was happy to say that could count as stripper heels.
She stumbled as quietly as she could down a hall once she spotted a landmark, idly holding onto a wall prevent herself from stumbling forward and landing flat on her face. She finally found the goddamn portrait she was looking for when she realized that she had no idea what the password was. Immediately, she cracked up and leaned back against the wall, finding the entire situation entirely hilarious. She ignored the glares from the portrait, too busy laughing at her situation.
This should be fun.
After a few hours of fun at the Hog’s Head on a Saturday night (well, technically an early Sunday morning), the group headed back into the school. The older students knew how to handle themselves a bit better and didn’t get as hammered as the younger ones did, and were trying to keep them quiet so they all wouldn’t get caught. Kallie, however, had said her goodbyes and wandered off. This was probably not a good thing, as she lacked a good sense of direction in the first place, let alone when drunk.
She’d nearly fallen down the staircase and frowned at herself, shaking her head. “Careful, Kallie,” she mumbled to herself. “Don’t want to –” and with that, she walked into a suit of armor, knocking it over and landing on top of it. The clang that followed was horribly loud and she cursed. “Sorry, Sir Shiny-Suit,” she said around her giggles, pushing herself up to stand. She fumbled for her wand, setting the suit of armor straight quickly before giving him a mock salute and hurrying on her way before she could get caught.
Unfortunately, trying to find one’s common room while severely intoxicated was certainly not fun in a castle as large as Hogwarts. Kallie had never felt so lost, and cursed herself for drinking so much. She should have known better by now, though apparently had not. She kept going over the landmarks in her head and tried to figure out where the fuck she was. If she found one of them, she would be fine. Or, rather, she should be. She’d been in the castle long enough to know how to find her common room from several places in it, though finding those places while drunk was certainly an adventure.
She looked older than fourteen, and perhaps that was why it usually wasn’t too much of a hassle for her to get alcohol when she wanted it. She could pass for seventeen if she tried (which was always fun) and if a bartender had a good eye, some of her friends were of age and would just get it for her. At the moment, however, she would be proud to say that she had been able to pass for seventeen. She had taken her time getting ready, and it had paid off in the form of alcohol. Oh, how she loved when dressing up paid off.
Her hair, naturally a light blonde, and been left in it’s natural curls. She left out the usual braid that she put her bangs into, deciding that it made her look too young. And so those shorter locks fell into a pale and pretty face, and she suddenly remembered why she’d started that habit of braiding her hair. Her eyes were lined in a navy so dark it could pass as black, though the color made her blue eyes pop more than usual. The eyeshadow on her lids was a mix of blue and green to match was she was wearing, and she had taken her time mixing the colors to make it look perfect. She never bothered with mascara or blush (the latter made her look weird, due to being so pale) so had left those out; she wore only the eyeshadow and liner and a bit of glitter on her chest and cheeks, as well as strawberry flavored lipgloss, though she didn’t think that counted as make-up. The skirt she wore was of the mini variety, the material a soft cotton and black, and she had paired with a pretty halter top – greens and blues mixed in a swirly design, the material silky and sparkly. The black heels she wore were strappy and brought her up a few inches, and she was happy to say that could count as stripper heels.
She stumbled as quietly as she could down a hall once she spotted a landmark, idly holding onto a wall prevent herself from stumbling forward and landing flat on her face. She finally found the goddamn portrait she was looking for when she realized that she had no idea what the password was. Immediately, she cracked up and leaned back against the wall, finding the entire situation entirely hilarious. She ignored the glares from the portrait, too busy laughing at her situation.
This should be fun.
