* born to die.
starter for @gryfsilas.
liquid fire pours past heated lips, a sudden warmth forming all throughout her body, and within seconds she’s reaching for another cup. she can already feel her cheeks catching color, a hue the shade of dusty rose present for all to see. she wasn’t drunk, but she was sure close to it. the young parisian was never a stranger to booze, good or bad, and there was always plenty to go around whenever parties broke out within the walls of the room of requirement. she’d caught wind of it last minute, jisoo stating she just had to go with her.
nina could never say no to the young slytherin— not when her eyes grew wide to match her pleads. however, nina wanted to be anywhere but the very function she’d be excited to attend.
she’d seen him the moment she walked in, his presence too magnetic to avoid, and she hated it. though time had passed, silas was still a reminder of everything heartbreaking to her— a lost love that was never hers to begin with. she’s quick to avoid his line of sight, b-lining directly to the booze ( where’s she’s been for the past 10 minutes now ).
she needs a distraction, someone to keep her mind off him, so she grabs the nearest boy— a hufflepuff she remembers, having seen him in the halls before sporting his house colors— and pulls him to the center of a crowd where people are dancing. she sticks close to him with back against his front, the feeling of his hands gripping her waist acknowledged, and takes a sip of her drink.
it would be a long night.
