[CR.Huff] Not a Morning Person

[Girty Hubbles]

The weekend was something that Girty longed for, the chance to lie in, knowing that you had no lessons to attend, two whole days to do exactly as you please! It was heaven! Or at least it would have been had she not been dragged into doing ‘extra lessons’ for Dan as he went off on a little romantic trip with Dia. There were so many words she could use to sum up her brother at that present moment in time but all were crude and even stringing them all together would not sum up how much she loathed her big brother at the moment!

Stirring in her bed Girty gave a slight groan as her head throbbed as the activity of the previous night caught up with her slightly. With a dry cough the Hufflepuff pushed herself up in her bed and rested her head against the head board letting out yet another groan as she reached over for a glass of water. To her disgust it was empty and with a long yawn she searched around in her bedding to find her wand to no avail. “Oh for pity sake.” She moaned as she ran her hand through her messy hair as she forced her blurry eyes into focus in an attempt to look around the dormitory. All the other beds in the commonroom were empty, well all but one, Abbie was still fast asleep and Girty did not blame her. The two of them had painted the town red the night before and both of them would no doubt be showing signs of it all day.

“OI!” Girty’s horse voice broke the silence of the common room. However it did not seem to have made much difference to the lump in the bed opposite her. Feeling slightly disgruntled about this she reached behind her to pull up one of her pillows and threw it across the room! “ABBIE! Where is my wand?!”

[Abbie Tyler]

Abbie could honestly say she was more than happy to spend the entire day in her bed after her and Girty's anticts the night before. Of course her best friend had other ideas, just because she had to get up why did it mean she had to wake Abbie up too? Of course she heard her the first time, but her throat was too dry to answer and she was aching all all over, a good enough excuse not to move a muscle. However, when a thrown pillow landed precariously on her already aching head, Abbie had no choice but to get up or suffer the Hufflepuff's wrath. "What?" She asked, groggily opening her eyes and running a hand through her hair which was matted and knotted. "Maybe down that guys pants you were dancing with, how the hell should I know?" She reached across the table for her own wand and a quick spell on her head unmatted and unknotted the clumps of her hair.

"Did you look under your bed?" She asked, noting that Girty had the same pained expression Abbie was no doubt wearing. "Or in your shoes, socks or other discarded clothing items?" Someone should think about inventing a spell for hangovers, Abbie had just decided. This one felt like it was killing her and she had a whole load of studying to do today. Well, she might just skip it, no doubt Girty would drag her along to the extra tuition she had to do for Dan while he was off gallavanting. Abbie pressed a finger to her temple, hoping to stop the throbbing in her head, but it only seemed to make it worse. "I think a trip to the nurse for some hangover cure is in order." It wouldnt be the first time she'd had to go there for that exact reason.

She sat up lazily in bed and looked on her bedside table for some water, unfortunatly the contents had been completely drained. She sighed, the thought of using anymore magic just wasnt good in her mind. The little bit she did to sort her hair had hurt her head enough. She ran a hand through it again and groaned. Even though the clumps and knots were gone her hair was sticky. That was obvious, Girty and Abbie had been dancing rather violently with their drinks, no wonder the bottom of her hair was so sticky. She knew her red top was ruined from when Girty fell into her and knocked her drink right over her, but she didnt mind. Honestly, they'd had so much fun last night the pain this morning was almost worth the price.

[Girty Hubbles]

It was always the way, the morning after a hard nights drinking with Abbie Girty would swear on the grave of her grandparents that she would never do it again but then, low and behold come next Friday night they would hit the Hogshead (as she could always get a nice discount) and the next morning once again she would regret it. It seemed that her pillow throwing had done the trick and she soon had got a response, although it was not quiet the response she wanted. In fact, she could not remember what guy Abbie had been on about. “There was a guy?” Girty asked in a croaky voice but then it all hit her with alarming speed. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth slowly dropped open…there had been a guy! He was a tall, brown haired boy with a bit of an accent and he had brought her a few drinks and paid her plenty of compliments, it was only polite manners to give him a reward for his efforts. “Neh, I did not get into his pants…they could not be there.”

Although Abbie had been joking Girty was still not quiet with it and so took her remark seriously. It might have been a bit too much information, but then it was not as bad as it had been on some occasions when they gave each other a report of what had happened the night before…that did occasionally go into too much detail!

“Under my bed?” That remark did not really sit with Girty, in fact she was still thinking about the boy (whatever his name was) and so was wondering why Abbie was asking if the guy was under the bed. However it was only when she asked if it was in her shoes or socks did it clock with her that she was in fact talking about her wand and not the mysterious guy! “Oh…right yeah it might be in my sock.” Girty made a slight effort in an attempt to move to look at the pile of clothes on her floor but gave up almost as soon as she started in fear of throwing up. With another grown Girty rubbed her sleep filled eyes only to let out an inaudible mumble as she saw her hand was now covered in makeup and…oh a smudge address which had been written on in lipstick all the way up her arm.

“Did you pull or did I?” Girty waved her arm around in the air in the hope that Abbie could see the writing on her arm. “I do not wear red lipstick.” Her voice was now killing her as her throat was so hoarse and dry. They had sung their hearts out last night, even to songs they did not know the lyrics too they just made their own up! “urrrrrgh!” She needed a drink, so with all the strength she could find she shifted herself in her bed and leaned over the age to search through her drink stained clothes that were in a pile on the floor. But Girty being Girty nothing was ever easy and before you could say Quidditch she had lost her balance while reaching for her sock when she lost balance and fell head first off the bed with a thud.

“I think I will just lie here for the rest of the morning.”

[Abbie Tyler]

Abbie was still waiting for Girty to confess that she was never drinking again, especially with her. Though it didn’t seem to be coming any time soon. Abbie groaned, her head was pounding and her throat was as dry as a nutshell. Her stomach complained and the thought of food was not appetising to her. Well, any food other than hangover food. Bacon and Egg on toast. Now that sounded nice. ”Yeah... as far as my mind will let me remember. There was at least... one any way.” Abbie didn’t want to tell her, but she remembered said guy perfectly. He was one of those you’d only go for when under serious alcohol influence. Otherwise, you wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot broomstick. His eyes were a horrible shade of brown, muddy. His stubble wasn’t well kept and his voice, though it had an accent, was sickly. He’d made Abbie’s stomach turn but Girty seemed to enjoy his compliments so she left her to it. ”Thank god for that!” She said too loud, looked at Girty and smiled. ”I only meant... that you know... it would have been bad... for you.”

Abbie shook her head, Girty had taken her remark seriously though it had only been meant as a joke. If Abbie was anyone else she may have been slightly disturbed at some of their conversations. Though by now Abbie was used to Girty and her flirtations, not to mention the blow by blow accounts of every detail. She used to get running commentary on everything her and Alex did, way back when... and even though Girty was long over him, he was still a forbidden topic. After their bust up over a certain Slytherin –which Abbie still didn’t understand why Girty protected the idiot – Alex had just up and left. He’d come back once and then disappeared again. Abbie knew it had almost killed Girty, so much she wasn’t herself for many long months. Now she was getting herself back and if anyone ever hurt her best friend like that again she’d kill them.

”Yes, under your bed... your wand moron.” Abbie knew Girty well enough to know she’d have forgotten that they were talking about her wand. Though what Girty thought she might Abbie didn’t know. ”You do have an odd way of sticking your wand in various strange places.” She spoke, though soon realising what she said laughed. ”I meant that you don’t keep it in your... oh nevermind it sounds dodgy however I say it.” Abbie slowly stood up and made her way precariously over to Girty’s bed. Flopping down on it. Her head began to spin, ”Ughh... not good.”

She looked questioningly at her friend who was waving her arm, reaching up she grabbed it to see the smudged address on her arm. ”Well thats worrying as I don’t wear red lipstick either.” She looked at it questioningly for a moment. ”Actually! I vaguely remember stealing some blonde girls lipstick so I could write it down... but I don’t know why I put it on your arm or in fact... who pulled.” Abbie cringed when Girty fell off the bed. The resounding bang sent shockwaves through her head.

”Well that would be all well and good if you didn’t have to look after Dan’s class this morning... in about... ten minutes!”