Shot of vodka
Shot of vodka: Send a shot of vodka for my muse to mistake yours for someone they’re friends with.
Lucinda was in the bookstore, looking for more Mermish books when she saw a familiar figure in the back. Smiling, Lucinda excitedly crept through the stacks towards Helena. She hadn’t seen her since the summer started. During the school year, Lucinda and Helena were guaranteed to run into each other at least once a week in the library, and they always had good debates and discussions. Helena was in Ravenclaw, but she was a Pureblood, making it acceptable for Lucinda to be seen with her.
“In the self-help section?” Lucinda snorted. “This is stopping low, even for you.”
But as the person turned, Lucinda’s mouth fell open, and her face went instantly red.
“Oh Merlin, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry!” Lucinda said, holding her hands up in supplication for forgiveness. “I thought you were someone else, I’m sorry!” she said again, backing away quickly.
She knocked her elbow on a shelf and almost tripped over a pile of books, but she didn’t care. She was trying to beat as hasty a retreat as her feet would allow, all while apologizing profusely to the woman still standing by the bookshelf.
“Sorry!” she cried one last time before getting out of the store. She breathed a sigh of relief, though she could still feel her face burning from mortification.
“For fuck’s sake, you stupid–” Lucinda cussed herself all the way to Hogsmeade to get a drink and make herself feel better.