closed starter for: @sycrx
virginia was ready to leave, she was done with the whole party thing and just wanted to go home. but she had promised a few friends she would wait for them to leave and now she was stuck and miserable. the loud music, all the people and the need to socially interact had exhausted her. she just wanted to curl up with an interesting book in a blanket, and that was exactly what she was planning to do. she at this point in the evening (especially after the drinks she had earlier) didn’t give a damn who saw her grab a blanket off one of the couches and wrap it around herself holding in it place like a cloak with one and and clutching her book in the other. quickly she made her way to the bathroom and locked the door. though she could still hear the hum on the other side of the door, she finally had some level of peace.
she had set herself up with her blanket on the floor fulling engrossed in her book when she heard a knock on the door. mumbling angrily she ignored it at first knowing she locked the door but when the person knocked again she rolled her eyes. “what do you not understand about a locked door, it means it’s taken-” she started her angry rant as she stood up and opened the door. she had assumed it would be some random hufflepuff she could send to a different bathroom, but when she opened the door and came face to face with barty she stopped mid sentence in shock. why did she start talking before she saw who it was? and why oh why did the world hate her so much that the first time he would see her all evening her eyeliner was heavily smudges, she had already taken her hair down and she was sure her dress looked frazzle from her blanket “cloak” on the floor. she could already feel the blush creeping up on her neck and ears. generally angrily ranting disheveled in a bathroom was not how you wanted to start a conversation with a guy you have been into for forever.
