Post by bethany danica moinly. on Aug 17, 2009 20:23:13 GMT
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I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK
but now i'm sober.
panic at the disco. banner, lava waterfall @ caution 2.0. notes, eh. it's finished. credit, lava waterfall @ caution 2.0
I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK
but now i'm sober.
this was probably going to come as a shock to many of you, but bethany danica moinly was actually in a good mood today. i know, right? when was the last time bethany had been in a good mood? well, she did have her moments – they were just hard to come across because, let’s face it, bethany had more mood swings than the octomom during her pregnancy. one second she was all happy, huggy, and in the mood for a game of quidditch, the next, she was attempting to kill you in the most gruesome way she could possibly think of. but, naturally, this was nothing new. but yes – amazingly, she was on an upswing when it came to her mood, and you could tell, because as she walked through the corridors of hogwarts out to the grounds, dressed in her usual scenic attire – she refused to wear the damn robes; she didn’t even bother showing up to class in them anymore, especially since it didn’t quite matter if you showed up to class dressed correctly so long as you showed up to class nowadays – she was humming, and bethany humming without an ipod blaring in her ears was a rare occurrence indeed. god, she hated the freaking enchantments that meant that technology couldn’t be used at hogwarts. was it really that difficult to let students to listen to music by methods involving ipods and mp3 players? she really didn’t care that much about the television or about the internet and such, just about the music. bethany loved music. and now, if she wanted to listen to it, she had to have the vinyl record – which, thankfully, she was now in the possession of many of them, mostly after getting an of age friend of hers to send her duplicated copies he had made at a muggle record store – and a magical phonograph. and, in case you hadn’t noticed, a phonograph was a rather heavy thing to constantly carry, not to mention a rather odd thing to have floating behind you all the time.
so, in other words? she was royally fucked if she wanted to listen to music outside of her dorm room. luckily, if her roommates decided they didn’t like the music, she could just turn them into twigs while she listened to music and once she was done with then, turn them back to humans and then wipe their memories of that occurrence. memory charms were a rather strong point of bethany’s, as was transfiguration. and defense against the dark arts. but, by far, wiping somebody’s memories was a spell bethany was extremely skilled at. of course, there was always the much more simpler way of wiping somebody’s memories – alcohol – but bethany preferred to try her luck at not making somebody pass out before she resorted to shoving vodka down their throat. she slid down the banister of the grand staircase, earning her a stern look from one of the pictures that she proceeded to flip off as she walked out the doors and into the courtyard. she inhaled, loving the fact that summer had decided to stick around for a bit before it dropped to freezing levels and bethany had to set her dorm on fire just to stay warm enough – she had done that once; on accident though, she had meant to simply light up the fireplace with simple incendio spell that had turned out to be an inferno spell.
she walked through the courtyard, passing through the fountain where three first year girls were splashing around in – ah, she remembered her first year; a second later, she was shoving that out of her mind, as she had absolutely hated her first two years here when she had been made an outcast by the freaking asshole, bitchy, little preteens that had been roaming around; she had showed her though, when she got the quidditch captain spot – and then walked past a few other people, smiling and waving to friends when they shouted her name out. god, she was way more popular than she thought. then again, she didn’t know if those people were teasing her, but whatever. and in any case, bethany didn’t really give a fuck. after all, it was polite to respond back.
besides, it wasn’t like they’d be able to see that she was waving with her middle finger, right?
she walked out of the courtyard and onto the grounds of the castles, making a direct beeline for the forest. yeah, she wasn’t allowed to be in there. yeah, she didn’t give a shit. it was a freaking forest; it wasn’t as bad as, say, voldemort. besides, if she only went in a bit, it was a rather nice place to be. calming. and besides, it was daytime – nothing bad ever happened when the sun was out and shining down on the world. that much was obvious. everything bad – and, admittedly, interesting – always happened at night, so therefore, fuck off, bethany was going into the forest, and you weren’t going to stop her. she wandered up to the outskirts of the trees, quickly looking around herself to make sure there wasn’t anybody following her, and ducked into the trees, managing to make her way into a clearing after following the path for a bit. see? perfectly safe. no giant spiders or anything like that. she sighed, pulling out her wand and made a blanket appear on the ground, while a stump was transfigured into a phonograph. she pulled a little case out of her pocket, and out of it was a vinyl record – paramore’s all we know is falling cd, naturally – and set that on the phonograph and let it start playing, sighing and falling back onto the blanket, looking up at the sky, and waiting for the world to turn against her and make her life difficult again.
