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Post by lizzie on Jun 26, 2011 23:07:36 GMT -5
The first week of school was slowly passing for the Slytherin and she found herself increasingly bored. The first night back had been fun – she had gotten completely wasted and snogged another one of her housemates. The day after she had woken up with a terrible hangover but drank her already made hangover potion to cure it. Lizzie always made sure she was prepared and since she was exceptionally gifted in Potions she always made sure she had some on hand. That morning she had gotten her class schedule during breakfast. Her classes for the year included N.E.W.T level Potions, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology. Personally Lizzie hated Herbology, but she needed it to become a Healer so she took the class. It wasn’t that the class was terribly bad and to be honest she did fairly well – getting an EE on her OWLs, she just never took to the class and thought it was boring. At least she liked her other classes.
Currently Lizzie was lying on the couch in the Slytherin common room. Nobody was down here as everyone was up to bed. It was passed curfew and almost midnight. The blonde had just finished her Potions essay which took all of forty minutes. She was appalled that she already had homework after only three days of classes. The assignment had been assigned this morning and wasn’t due until Monday, but she decided to get it done. Potions were one of the Slytherin’s favorite classes and she made sure she always did her best in it. When Lizzie told her grandmother about the ‘O’ she received for Potions her grandmother went on to tell her Potions was her mother’s favorite subject. She also cried while telling her granddaughter this, Lizzie had to leave the room in rage.
Lizzie never knew her mother, nor her father (which Lizzie is truly grateful for considering the man was a complete monster), but she knew the woman abandoned her. All because of a disease she had, she didn’t stay or try to help her she only thought of herself. Lizzie hasted the woman and would be the first to admit that. Yet, at the same time – she felt for her. She felt bad for the alcoholic for living such a miserable life – for throwing away the people that would’ve loved her more than any guy from a one night stand could. Lizzie was told of her mother’s passing as soon as she got home from Kings Cross. The blonde hadn’t even shed a tear while her grandmother was so broken up by her daughter’s death.
It was during the summer that Lizzie would hear all stories about her mother, which usually didn’t happen much. Not because her grandmother didn’t want to talk about her daughter while she was alive but because Lizzie never cared for her. She didn’t want to hear about what a great person her mother was when she had so carelessly abandoned her daughter on her mother’s doorstep. Those weren’t the stories her grandmother had told though. She told stories about how her mother had a great life and was well cared for by her parents, and was very popular but the woman didn’t have any goals for herself. After she graduated from Hogwarts, she had begun drinking and sleeping around. It was with those stories from her grandmother that Lizzie started to realize drinking wasn’t always the best thing – but it still tasted good as hell and this Slytherin wasn’t going to stop drinking just because she was almost on the same path her mother had gone down. Lizzie was different only in the fact that she had goals and knew what she wanted to do with her life. But other than that Lizzie realized how much she and her mother were actually alike. It scared her, knowing that she and the woman she resented all her life had so much in common. Almost a mirror image, in fact. Blonde hair, blue eyes, drinkers, random hookups, favorite classes, favorite food, hell – they even had the same favorite color.
It made Lizzie sick just to know that, but she didn’t want to think of that now. Sitting up on the couch, the blonde waved her wand and lazily vanished her Potion’s essay to her bedside table. She stood now and made her way out of the common room, and then out of the dungeons. As it was pass curfew the blonde made sure to be as quiet as possible. Light was coming from the tip of her wand so she could see where she was going. The last thing Lizzie wanted to do was trip and fall down the stairs or bump into an authority figure. Being out pass curfew wasn’t unusual for the blonde as she preferred being out at night – a lot of things happened at night and she didn’t want to miss any of it.
It took a while before Lizzie actually made it to her destination. The Prefects’ Bathroom, which was on the fifth floor. If she could use anything it was a relaxing bubble bath and she knew from experience the best place to go and have a relaxing bath was to the Prefects’ Bathroom. This bathroom was only supposed to be used by Prefects, the Heads, and Quidditch Captains which made Lizzie wonder why they would call it the Prefects’ Bathroom when it allowed more people to use it than just Prefects. This room – like many others in the castle – was password protected. Thankfully Lizzie had snogged a prefect a few days ago and had asked for the password to the bathroom. He had given it to her easily as he knew he was going to be rewarded by the girl.
Lizzie was let into the bathroom after giving the password and made her way into the familiar room, glad to find that it was empty. She walked straight to the huge bathtub, took out her wand and gave it a wave, all of the knobs began turning and soon different colored water, bubbles and foam began coming from the faucets and immediately started filling the tub. Walking towards the edge of it Lizzie began taking off her clothes until she was completely starkers. Moving her clothes to the side she placed her wand on top of them before stepped into the tub. Leaning back against the side she sunk down into the water, letting the bubbles come up to her chin as she let out a content sigh while closing her clear blue eyes.
 1,100 WORDS | COMPLETE | OPEN | NAKEDLYRICS BY ALL TIME LOW | TEMPLATE BY ARROLIZZIE IS SUCH A REBEL<3
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