It had been a few weeks since the drug busting incident had happened. That one incident in time had caused some distance and avoidance between Aimee and her sister, Allie. Neither of them had talked to each other since that day, and Aimee was not thinking of making up with her sister anytime soon. She was so tired of her sisters goodie-two-shoes act. It was ridiculous. No one was that perfect or stuckup. She was just making herself look like a bitch in the process.
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At least the incident hadn't cause any problems between her and Randy. Things had stayed basically the same between them. And, suprisingly, Randy hadn't asked any questions about why drugs were in her drawer. It was fine with her. She didn't really want to go into the story. It was stupid. She had just been holding them for a friend, and things blew up in her face. The friend later asked for the bag, but Aimee had already disposed of any incriminating evidence. Who knew if the teachers would come around searching for drugs? After all, Allie was known to be a tattle tail.
Aimee Anderson swept all of those thoughts out of her mind, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled into the mirror which she was facing. She had just finished putting on her make up for the morning. It was one of those days where she actually felt like she looked good. One of those days that she wasn't worried if she had put on the right shades of eye shadow or if she was skinny enough. She felt good. Except for the fact that she had to go to class...That wasn't so fun. She pushed her blonde hair behind her right ear, with her right hand, grabbed her backpack, and headed off to Potions Class.
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Allie sat in the common room with her arms crossed. A small bag was in one hand. She sat there staring at the common room entrance with a fuming look on her face. She pushed her hair out of her face. It was around 11pm. It seemed like she had been waiting there for hours. There were a few people still hanging out in the common room. Allie hoped that they would leave soon. She didn’t want to cause a big scene.
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Allie waited for her sister to come into the common room. Who knows what crazy things her sister was doing now with her boyfriend Randy. To them, Allie seemed like a bitch. But Allie was just not the same as them. She had different interests and didn’t like any of the things they did. She was the opposite of her sister. She liked to be controlling, to follow the rules, and be smart. All the drugs and alcohol were too crazy and bad for her. In her mind, only people without a life would do them. What was the point of them?
But, as she sat in the common room it seemed as her sister was going the wrong direction. Allie uncrossed her arms and held the small bag in front of herself. Inside was a white powdery substance. Earlier that day, Allie found it in her sister’s nightstand. Maybe by some random mistake it was someone else’s. Or it was some harmless powder. Allie hoped so but there was still doubt inside of her. Of course, there was the thought that it could be Randy’s, but why would he leave it in her nightstand? And was Aimee using it?
Allie didn’t want to sound controlling (even though she was a bit). She just didn’t want anything bad to happen to her sister. Randy was bad enough. He was too much, really. He was dragging her into all of this. Aimee used to be a great student and a good friend to Allie. Aimee seemed to be slacking and was getting distant with Allie. Randy was having a big influence on her. He didn’t like Allie, so Aimee went along with that. Allie wished that things could get better.
There wasn’t much hope in that, though. Neither of them would listen to her, they thought she was too strict and was trying to control them. She just wanted Aimee to be safe. After all, Aimee was her twin sister.
The fire was slowly dying in the common room. There were fewer and fewer students talking and hanging around. They were all going up to bed. Allie waited on the couch. She sat with her legs crossed and the bag clenched in her fist. Her face now looked worried, but the anger still lurked inside her.
Randy was sitting in front of the window his face pressed up agiasnt the cold glass pane. He was watching the grape size drops plop down one after the other. It had been raining like this for almost a whole week now. Randy rememberd when it first happend- He was out side smoking and then it happend hard and fast- rain, rain, and more rain. Ever sense that night; The allmight God opened up the Heavens and said- 'And there will be water!'. And just like that it started to pour like Randy could never remember in all his years at Hogwarts. Not even Noah and his Ark would know what to do with all this water. The grounds were now a sloppy wet muddy grassy mess. Quidditch practice and matches were cancled. Herbology was cancled cause nobody could get to the Green House- and Care of Magical Creatures met in the Great Hall and did nothing but review.
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Randy Louis sighed loudly as he noticed the lake was almost one half larger than before while there was a small lake growing outside the castle. Well at least it was going to be a fresh spring. He moaned lifted his head from the cool glass and made a face at what his face left on the glass. A little grease mark was left where his nose and forhead were. He whiped it away and set his head back feeling the coldness zap him. Randy felt like he couldnt even remember what the sun looked like, he looked up at the sky hopfull for a break in the clouds for the sun to shine through, but there was no such thing. Just dark black clouds as far as the eye could see.
He just wanted a smoke- but hadnt been able to go outside all week. The nicotine monkee on his back was going crazy now. Well at least he was fighting the habit- although he didnt really want to quit... The weather was making him. But he needed his nocotine. There had been no partys leaving Randy to use up his own secret stash that was now epmty and dry. There were no trips to Hogsmeaden to re-suply on his boozes. And there were no joints left in Hogwarts. Not that there was a place to smoke them with everybody in doors. But the owls couldnt bring in any for the storm. He was down and out for the count and it was killing him, and others. So many kids he knew were going through withdrawl and it was ugly. Randy was lucky enough not going through it so bad with the missing drugs.
He bit his lip and watched the rain drops race down the glass bordly as he humed a song by Nirvana- Come as you are. He just wanted one little smoke. But if any teachers smelt it Randy would regret it highly. He had thought about sneeking away into a bathroom but everybody was indoors. He sighed as he coninued humming watching the rain trying to free his mind of the drugs.
Randy had just gotton high with some of his buddies. He could still taste the paper joint on his lips. He was still on the slight high but his friends had left to do something- Randy forgot what it was. But he was sitting on the couch with his muddy shoes on the center table leaning back totally zoned out and relaxed. He pushed his dark hair out of his eyes and smiled for no reason.
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Some people walked by and stared at him but some how he didnt care. They either knew he was high or he had something hanging out of nose. And he highley doubted the second. He winked as the girls and smiled. It was a sunday and he was sitting there all alone in the afternoon. He was hungrey and his high seemed to be waring out. It wasnt much fun to be high as a kite all alone.
He pushed his dark hair out of his eyes and closed them and soon fell alseep. Sleeping while being high had quiet wierd dreams. He had a dream he was in the Special Olympics in the mile wheel chair event- it didnt make any scense at all. And why was his grandma blue and crying while she was clearly baking a cake in the stans. What the hell was going on. With his mouth open drool slightly coming out he continued to dream on....
Aimee laid on her back, on her bed, in her dormitory, staring up at the ceiling. She was still a bit shocked about the days previous events. Had she actually gotten high and done all of that stupid stuff? Just getting high in the first place was stupid. It was one thing she had always told herself that she wouldn't do. There were too many consequence. Oh great...Now she was starting to sound like Allie. Consequences. Whatever. But, in this case, there were consequences. Who knew what she could have done while she was high? Well, it was probably better than getting drunk...That really put things in perspective.
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However, she still didn't like that she had fallen for peer pressure like that. Just to impress a hot guy, she would smoke and get high and do stupid stuff. It wasn't like she hadn't done it before, but, for some reason, this time, it bugged her. It was probably because, when she got high, she knew what was happening and what she was doing. Yet, she had no control over it. But, when she was drunk, she didn't know what she was doing, and, most likely, she wouldn't remeber it in the morning.
Maybe Aimee was hanging around Allie too much and thinking too much about consequences and what not. That thought bugged her. She had always thought of herself as a care-free and fun person...And, she was. Who cares about consequnces? All that matters is that I have fun while I am her, right? Aimee though. She rolled her eyes. Talk about paranoid.
Randy was laying on the Commonroom couch with his head phones over his ears and his loud G&R Greatest Hits was playing loudly. He was taking up the whole couch for no reason except for the fact that he could. He had his feet up on the couch taking up room reading a book that was his favorite book- The Godfather. It was his own copy and the cover was half torn and he read it all the time. Despite he knew most of the words by now. As he read he whispered the words to his Guns and Roses song.
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[I]” She's got a smile that it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories Where everything Was as fresh as the bright blue sky Now and then when I see her face She takes me away to that special place And if I stared too long I'd probably break down and cry Sweet child o' mine Sweet love of mine She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I hate to look into those eyes And see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place Where as a child I'd hide And pray for the thunder And the rain To quietly pass me by Sweet child o' mine ”[/I]
He turned the page in his book singing along in a low quiet voice. He turned up his WizardCD player to the loudest. He noticed that others look at him- he knew they could hear his guitar songs but he didn’t care. They needed the exposure to the Muggle Guitar player known as Slash.
Aimee grinned at Randy’s comment. Allie was totally having no fun at all. Anyone could see it. It was in her eyes and across her face. She just looked nervous and out of place at such a wild part. Maybe Aimee shouldn’t have dragged her to the party…Oh well, Allie needed to learn how to come out of her shell at one point or another. Maybe tonight would be the night. Get Allie a couple of drinks to loosen her up, and she would be all good. That probably wouldn’t happen though. Allie thought too much. She always thought about the consequences and the bad stuff that could happen from drinking and loosing control. Aimee wasn’t like that, though. Drinking and loosing control was all a part of her lifestyle. Not exactly the smartest thing to do, but she liked to.
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“Yeah, come on sis…Loosen up.”
Her sister rolled her eyes and sighed, then said that she was going to go back to the castle and go to bed. Aimee waved goodbye, and felt bad about her sister having to walk back, in the dark, to the castle alone. It would haven given Aimee the creeps for sure. There was all sorts of scary stuff on the grounds of Hogwarts at night. Who knew what you could run into.
Aimee plopped down onto the couch next to Randy. She smiled his way and looked out into the party. Tons of people were dancing around, making out, and having a great time. It was wild. It was great. She saw a couple of her friends dancing with some guys. Another one of her friends was making out with some guy, that Aimee was pretty sure she hadn’t known him before tonight.
“So, how’s it going?” She said to Randy. “Crazy party, huh?”
Randy sat down in an old orange couch drinking his warm beer. The couch was old and smelt of puke that was hosed down. And the seats were uncomfortably hard and impossible to get comfy in. But he wasn’t really caring. He took another long drink from the warm beer. It might taste better if it was cold. But it was cheep and warm. So is the kind of beer you get at the parties held in Hogwarts in the Shrieking Shack. It was old and cheep. But it was the best students could get while underage and broke on cash. They were lucky they could break into the Shrieking Shack and not be noticed with all the music.
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He took another sip of the warm beer, it was his third. He had walked around for a while and danced with a few girls, but was to board with them. He had dated them and been around with them a few times. But he had lost amusement with them. He wanted somebody new that could actually hold his interest. He felt the tension leave as he took another drink.
He sighed as another loud rap song came on and the other people continued to dance. It was getting carried away as usual. People were half-dressed with the drugs and the alcohol in there system. The sweet poring off their faces and there bodies growing more physical than anything else. He had seen people having sex on the very couch where he was sitting- in front of everybody.
He adjusted his weight trying to get more comfortable in the bright stained orange couch. He watched as one of his friends Ja walked up the stairs holding a girls hand towards one of the empty bedroom. He knew what was going to happen up there. Their would be bumping and grinding and other things. There would be other couples up there too. He wondered if Ja’s girl was up on drugs or alcohol.
He smiled as he finished off his beer as he saw some people doing drugs on the other side of the room. They were sniffing crack on the other side of the room. They were smoothing out the pourderd crack and charging quite a bit for just one hit. It was a good way to make money, as long as you didn’t sniff it yourself. Than you just snorted your own product and made no money. He couldn’t help but smile at this. He wasn’t surprised in seeing the drugs. He wondered if the Teacher really knew about all the drugs. He knew they suspected the parties- but all the drugs? Probably not