𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ʰᵖ ˣ ᵐᶜᵘ

𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR: 𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄
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  I am never drinking again.

So I woke up from a very nice sleep in a while, then I found out I went all tears and sadness in front of everyone in Shell Cottage last night.

I NEVER EVEN CRY IN FRONT OF ANYONE ELSE WHILE SOBER. I ONLY CRIED IN FRONT OF GEORGE, DRACO, HERMIONE AND TONKS.

That's just embarrassing.

Apparently I cried about Ron being a fake friend since he put my "feelings" aside for Hermione. And I also cried about not having a proper relationship with George. That's what my memory from last night told me.

What the actual fuck.

I never should've touched that wine in the first place, this is definitely Bill's fault.

So right now, I am sitting here in my designated room.

I've been awake since the past hour, my stomach was already growling in hunger but I am absolutely NOT going down there after what I just did last night.

I can die in hunger for all I care.

Maybe I can just go apparate away from here and teleport off the face of the world?

But food..

Also the Gringotts break-in today..

Urgh.

I can hear the small chatters downstairs while I sat on the corner of the window, hesitating whether I should just fly away even if I haven't flew for months.

Or maybe I should just jump off the window and crack my head open.

  Damn I have never felt so anxious in my life.

My stomach growled once again.

"Shut up and let me think," I mumbled to my angry stomach. I gently rubbed it, trying to ease the pain.

  Maybe I should make food appear? But Hermione said some shit about Gamp's Law of Transfiguration or something.

  But hey, I have different powers!

   Or maybe not since Bellatrix was easily able to disable my powers with runes.

  I guess I'd rather die from hunger than die from embarrassment.