Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2013 0:36:38 GMT -8
He was gone. That morning the owl had returned with her letter. She'd written to Rabastan curious about his trial and when he'd be coming back and the letter had returned unopened with a stamp on the front reading "No Contact. Return To Sender" All her other letters had gone through just fine. When She tried to approach Rodolphus about it she was met with an apologetic look. It said everything. Rabastan was gone and he was not coming back. Not for her, not for anything. And above that, he didn't wish to receive her letters anymore. He was cutting her off completely. When she thought she would cry or lash out, she didn't. Integra simply retreated to her room, and slept for the rest of the day. Her dreamless slumber was only disturbed when class had let out and the other girls came flooding in.
She clearly didn't want to be bothered with any of them so she decided to vacate as quickly as possible. Grabbing her over-sized sweater and a bottle of fire whiskey from her trunk, Integra made her way into the common room. It too was filling with people and Integra was quickly feeling crowded. Her skin felt like it was on fire and her throat felt dry. The second she broke through the door she was opening the bottle and downing its contents.
Now about an hour had passed, the bottle was gone, as were half of two others she'd lifted off a fifth year. Staggering through courtyards, Integra's words began to slur out of her mouth as she spat at the on coming passers. One boy, a dirty blond haired 3rd year, had the courage to tell her she was drunk and Integra replied with a very muddled, "I can drink asmuch as I wanna!!!" and then proceeded to spit in his general direction. He of course took off at a run in the other direction and Integra leaned against a low wall to get her head on straight.
It was not going well, however, and within a few moments the thin, frail looking Slytherin girl let out an angry, guttural scream and turned flinging the empty bottle across the pathway. It shattered into a million pieces next to an unsuspecting head covered in curly brown hair. Her eyes upon him froze her to her spot and she breathed heavily staring at him. Seeing Edwin Muler instantly brought his best mate to the front of her mind. Benji had been an unexpected catalyst for a good deal of her most recent insanity. This time, however, she wasn't lashing out at the boy, but felt genuinely sorry she had caused him any grief in the past. Now looking at Eddie, Integra swallowed hard and then turned angrily away trying to once more hide her most vulnerable psyche.