"𝐖𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞. 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫."
Elladora Hargreaves, a Slytherin who sits alone and never speaks. Most believe that she has some kind of...
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Hangover: A common nonmedical term for the disagreeable physical effects following excessive consumption of alcohol or the use of other psychoactive drugs. It is associated with a variety of symptoms that may include drowsiness, headache, concentration problems, dry mouth, dizziness, gastrointestinal complaints, fatigue, sweating, nausea, hyper-excitability, anxiety, and a feeling of general discomfort that may last more than 24 hours.
She hadn't been warned about this.
Elladora couldn't be more pissed off. But the thing is, she didn't really have the energy to be pissed off or angry. The girl awoke as normally as she could in the boys dorm, her eyes opened slowly and she rubbed them sluggishly, but the real symptoms started when she sat up and a sudden searing pain erupted in her head.
A groan left her lips and she forced herself to lie back down, holding a hand to her head whilst forcing her eyes open once again. A beam of blazing sunlight gleamed through a small crack in the curtains and she winced, covering her eyes with a painful whine. It was like a rubber band was squeezing around her head and not letting up, just getting smaller and smaller, making it feel like it was going to explode into oblivion.
"Ow." She mumbled and when she spoke it was worse, when she thought it was horrible and just lying there felt like she was going to die. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow."
"Dora?" Somebody mumbled and she forced one of her eyes open, groaning at the light, her headache getting even worse. Through her one open eye, she saw Peter looking over the side of his bed, his hair was sticking up all over the place but the fluff had never left as he rubbed his eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Everything hurts." She croaked out, groaning again and putting a hand to her forehead.
A small chuckle left his lips as he looked down at her, rubbing his eyes once again. He pulled back the covers of his bed and swung his legs over the side, putting them down on the wooden floor. Elladora couldn't see what he was doing but she did hear him pad over to Sirius' bed and then come back after a couple of minutes.
He leant down and placed something in her hand. Looking down, she saw that they were sunglasses and she looked back up at Peter and furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion.
"Why?"
"Your eyes will be sensitive to the light for a couple of hours, maybe more since you had a lot to drink. Sunglasses are the best bet, plus you look like someone poked you in the eye about ten times." He told her. "Sirius has too many pairs of sunglasses, I don't even know why he has that many but I guess it's best not to ask."
She hummed in agreement before sluggishly putting the glasses on and looking up at him. He couldn't stop the smile appearing on his face as he looked down at the glasses that were far too big for her head.
