rough night [open]

There was no amount of pep up potions that could hide the circles that had found themselves beneath her eyes this morning as she made it to the platform where everyone would be boarding the Hogwarts Express. She had spent last night so drunk that she ended up waking up on the front lawn of her family's home instead of in her bed where she had hoped to be. And getting all the sticks and leaves from that bloody bush she had been leaning up against out of her curls had been a chore. But she had somehow managed to get herself ready and drag herself to the platform. Even if her head was aching like nobody's business. At least that was the only consequence she usually got from spending the night drinking. And she would suck it up since it meant celebrating her birthday the night before to the fullest.

She walked along the train, hoping to find at least a somewhat quiet compartment to spend the trip in but soon finding that she probably wouldn't have much luck with that...