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But that wasn't enough. Matt just didn't understand that it wasn't enough that Kirley was a kind person, it didn't matter that it seemed to be a potion causing the pair over there to be acting in such a manner. Sure, it should have mattered, but Elizabeth was still crying. She still felt like the wind was knocked out of her. She was still the girl who got fucked over. Intentionally or not. Even though she knew it wasn't real, it was still a fuckin' nightmare to look at. No matter how hard the witch tried, her eyes would always float back to the pair and it angered her. Upset her. She wanted to slap everyone involved, but that wouldn't solve a damn thing.<p>
Her eyes turned back to Matt. She couldn't be mad at him for it. But that was just it. "I'm not mad,
" she whispered. If she were mad, this would be easier for her to deal with, she was sure. As it stood, she wasn't. Instead of anger, the girl opted to be upset. Not even with him, just the situation in general. She knew it wasn't him doing those things. Just from the damn fact that he had placed one of his guitar strings around that bitch's finger rang true of the fact he wasn't doing it. He'd never do that to his guitar. The girl was sure of it.<p>
But it didn't change a damn thing.<p>
Lizzy's pulled a mock annoyed face at him as he worded sarcastically that it'd been a surprise that she'd picked alcohol. Did the entire student body know what she did with her free time? Certainly seemed like it. Did the girl care? Not one ounce. It was her life, wasn't it? Of course. So, there she was. Drinking. Once again, like many nights before. Hey, it was a coping method. Not a good one, that was for sure, but she wasn't going to try to find something else to do. So her organs would likely fail by this time next year. Ha, maybe magic could help her live longer than the muggles who drank their weight in alcohol. It could do her a favour for once and make up for tonight's hell she'd been living in.<p>
Elizabeth laughed and shook her head as he told her to take it easy. It was a lost cause; she'd already started, so it was far beyond a point where she could stop. The girl's body dropped it's mock strong posture as she turned to look at something else. Anything else. At that moment, she seemed to realize just what was going on here. Hell, there were people just about shagging each other in various points of the party. Out of all the times in her life, why did she have to not have whatever it was that caused them to do that? She was sober. The girl wanted to laugh at the irony of it all. There wasn't a single drop of anything other than alcohol within her system. No potions. The girl was laughing by the time Matt had returned.<p>
She took the drink within her hand but didn't down it immediately. Instead, she waved her free hand around them and giggled. "It seems you're not on a potion,
" she commented. Her hand flew around again as though to stress her next point. "So, out of the lot of people round us,
" It was so funny, she could hardly get through the sentences that were in her mind, and they were quickly fleeting as the first drink she had taken began to poison her blood. "We are sober.
" And then she was laughing again. True, he hadn't been drinking as much as she had been the past few months, but still.<p>
"As did you!
" Elizabeth spoke, her body lifting as she got onto the tips of her shoes as though the words he had spoken excited her. Flying. Flying was wonderful. However the thoughts in her head were still floating around and wrapping around her like ribbons that were binding her movements. It hurt. Everything was seeping into her mind and she felt as though she could die. Because like it or not, he was still over there. The girl wasn't looking, but she knew it to be true. There was no reason for him and the stupid girl to stop. So what reason was there for her to stop drinking?<p>
With that thought, the girl downed her drink again, getting halfway through it before she coughed and dropped the cup, sending yet another one of her drinks to the floor. Her eyes went up to him. "What did you do?
" she questioned. Despite her sadness with the fact he'd clearly done something, laughter slipped into her words.
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