Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2013 21:48:33 GMT -8
Five cases of moonshine stood next to her; their clear contents reflecting in the moonlight. It was almost her entire stock, well what was left of it. She’d already blasted apart the roughly dozen jugs she had. She tossed a mason jar into the night sky, aimed at it, tracking it with her wand then flicked her wrist, sending a wordless spell that shattered it into a million pieces. The ground in front of her smelled of alcohol and shimmered with its wetness. She hadn’t said what she was really feeling at the impromptu party she had stumbled upon in the Room of Requirement earlier that evening. How could she. If she had, she would have simply looked like a whiney little bitch, which, not oddly enough, was exactly how she felt right now. But she also felt that not one damn person in all of England even wanted her there. Not anyone in Slytherin, or Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff. Not even those of her own house like Jack or Rogan, or the people on her team. She’d never felt so alone before.
She tossed another jar up, shattering it with a cry of frustration. She had thrown knives at the jugs at first, most of them simply smashing onto the lawn and the knives doing no damage before she switched to her wand. Why couldn’t these people take a joke? It was like every time she opened her mouth, someone instantly thought she was trying to insult them. They could joke with each other, but throw an American into the mix and fuck that shit. She tossed a third jar, missing this one. It crashed down within inches of her feet, glass shards flying in every direction. She grunted slightly as one or two buried themselves into her shin. Jessie sat down right where she was in the middle of the lawns near the Black Lake and examined her leg. She reached to her side, fumbling in her shoulder bag, pulling out a combat knife and unsheathing it. She used it to slice the legs of her jeans open around the glass, looking it over in the light of the full moon. A bitter wind was blowing since it was November, but she only had her Alabama sweater on since she had been in a bit of a hurry on her way from her dorm.
She grasped one of the shards and gave a firm tug only to cry out in pain and not be able to budge the glass. Tears welled in her eyes, but she wiped them away quickly before trying again. This time she managed not to cry out, but the glass still hardly moved. She lay back on the grass, this time letting the silent tears flow out of her eyes and down her cheeks, but she made no move to wipe them away.
