Sorrow, Sorrow, go away [Isabel]

[Adeline Malfoy]

If there was a way to make sorrow go away, Adeline would have to say that drinking had to be the answer. It calms your nerves and makes you forget what the problem was in the first place. The young blonde frowned and swirled the rest of the drink around in the glass before setting it back down on the bar. Her head was pounding at the moment and she knew if dearest daddy was here, he'll make her head pound even more by yelling that Malfoys do not get drunk in public especially at a young age as sixteen. Then mother, Damien, Lucius, or Adrian will agree with him, not really giving them a chance to defend herself.

Thinking of her overprotected family made Ade take another sip of her drink and wrinkle her nose at the fire taste. She had learned the spell from Lucius, who had learned it from mother. He said he always watched her transform her drink to something else when she had been pregnant with her and Adrian. Father had given her some water, and she then used her wand to conjugate it to another kind of drink she was craving. She had to admit the spell worked well, because the bar tender thought she was drinking butterbear, when in reality she had been drinking Fire Whiskey, since she first ordered her first glass.

She just knew she looked terrible, because she felt terrible. If only she could remember why exactly she felt like drowning out her problems in the first place. Adeline frowned and reached for her glass, and somehow lost her balance on her stool and fell to the ground on her stomach. She let out a groan at the pain, before getting up and quickly sitting back on the stool. Pushing the glass away from her, she then laided her head on the bar table and sighed. Well...at least she wasn't sad anymore.

[Isabel Lestrange]

Silence. Impending silence. How much Isabel just wanted to engulf in it and that was exactly what she was going to do. She didn't care that her world was soon going to crash and crumple down upon itself. She would just gladly take in the fact that she could shut out everything without any problem. That was what her usual approach to life was, anyway. She made her way through the corridors, passing other students, whom seemed to automatically give her icy glares, which she rightfully returned. Nothing mattered to her anymore, though. And by that, she meant nothing. But yet, it seemed like her mind had other plans for what it was that she was going to care as well as think about.

As she exited the school, the giant oak doors swinging shut behind her, an image flashed across her mind's eye and she wanted to scream out with frustration, but luckily, she held it in. Why did God do this to her? Why did he make her think about this certain person almost every minute of every day? He wasn't important. Or rather, he shouldn't be important. He was nothing but an arrogant, slimy git who deserved to fall into the pits of hell or be eaten alive by rats. He was nothing but an annoyance to her, a rather painful pricking thorn in her side. And no, she wasn't talking about anyone in her family, surprisingly.

She had to get out. Had to be free of this hellhole in which her parents had placed her in. She wandered the grounds of Hogwarts for a bit, taking in the breath-taking scenery, the shimmering lake reflecting the sunlight's beams. The dew-filled grass sparkling as she stepped on it, crushing it's blades as if they were as soft as fabric as she passed. Glancing up, her bright brown eyes spotted a sign, stating that she was about to enter Hogsmeade. Maybe she could study there? Not that she needed it, but whatever. That wasn't the point. The point was to keep her occupied at least until dinner time. With a rather large dramatic sigh, she hitched her bag a bit higher on her shoulder and entered the way-too-pleasant village of Hogsmeade.

How creepily happy it seemed to be. Isabel couldn't stand it. It was horrific. Scarring. Smirking, she rolled her eyes. How pathetic could she get? With a shrug, she saw that her feet were slowly leading her to the Three Broomsticks, a rather small pub which seemed to be occupied with many students at the moment. Did she really want to study in there? Shrugging yet again, she found, yet wasn't surprised by it, that she didn't really care. As long as her time was occupied, everything was alright in her book. Entering the crowded pub, she searched for any sign of a familiar face, or rather, a familiar face whom she could stand being around for more than a couple minutes. Yet it seemed fate had no such idea stored up for her. Once the crowd in front of her dispersed, she saw through them a familiar face, or rather, a familiar head, the person being bent over on the table in what seemed to be out of exhaustion.

Adeline Malfoy. She regained her composure and wore the icy glare she always wore when around anyone whom she disliked, which happened to be practically everyone. But, the icy glare she was wearing, she always reserved just for dear Adeline here. Adeline knew it too. Adeline also knew that she could never get under Isabel's skin, a fact which bugged her fellow Slytherin. It seemed near impossible, for over the years, she had developed such a hard outer shell, that her insides seem to be as cold and heartless as she acted. Her eyes looked the Slytherin up and down, studying her character. Her body frame. How she held herself was quite charasmatic, she noticed. Yet, that thought didn't cause her features to soften one bit. She walked right past her, not even caring that Adeline was a sight for sore eyes, and sat at the table beside her, pulling her books out of her bag. She placed her bag beside her feet on the ground and opened her book to the page she had bookmarked. Her eyes skimmed across it, only half-taking in what she was reading for she was too distracted with the pain in her arse sitting only a couple of feet from her. Distracted with the fact that Adeline looked miserable and it wasn't because of her. She sighed. See, Adeline and her were friends....persay. But they were definitely more along the lines of frenemies for Isabel could stand no one, and that definitely meant the Malfoys. The pompous lot they were. But, all the same, she and Adeline got along on some level, you could say. Rolling her eyes, her cold eyes returned to her book, trying fruitlessly to read, yet she felt the need and urge to say something to the miserable Malfoy sitting only inches away. Sighing, she turned in her chair slightly and glanced at the feeble Slytherin.

"Anything the matter, butterfly?"

Her tone seemed to be calm, bored even. She honestly didn't care that Adeline was miserable, just the only thing that annoyed her was the fact that she hadn't been the one to put the frown upon her face. A rare tragedy, she supposed. Her icy gaze was fixed on Adeline, awaiting for her to raise her head and answer.