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The witch turned to speak something to her boyfriend, but the word caught in her throat when she saw the way he was looking across the room. It was a weird look, one that she'd seen so many times before. She'd followed after him as he walked off towards that Greengrass girl, and with his words, the glass slipped from her hand and clanked on the floor, spilling alcohol all over the girl's shoes. It was happening again. Elizabeth's heart dropped into her stomach, and it felt like she'd gotten the wind knocked out of her. It was happening again. Once again, she thought she picked the right person, and once again, the stupid girl was wrong. Because here her boyfriend was speaking words of love to someone. Someone who wasn't her. No, it was another girl, and the object of his affections didn't make sense.<p>
But it didn't really need to make sense in order for it to collide into her and make her feel like she was run over by the Knight Bus, or maybe she'd fallen a thousand metres from her broom. Maybe she took a bludger to the stomach. But none of those things would compare to this, and the girl turned on her heel and looked around the room, trying hard to ignore the tears that were threatening to spill over. Lizzy ran to the first person she saw that she'd known. He seemed to already be engaged with a brunette that Liz knew, though couldn't place. Wasn't important, this was far more important. Why? Because this involved her. The witch grabbed Matt's drink from the table, raised her glass to the other witch and then grabbed her friend's wrist before dragging him away from the brunette.<p>
Fifteen paces before the girl downed the glass in her hand. She didn't even know what it was, all she hoped was that it was alcohol because man alive, did she want to forget this night already. "Matt," her voice squeaked at the vowel. It was a horrible noise, and the blonde hated that it had come from her. What the fuck? Out of everyone in the entire world who might screw her over, she thought that Kirley wouldn't. Hell, Liz thought that Emmeline might fuck her over before he would (but don't tell Em that). The witch shook her head and turned her attention back to her friend. "What did I ever do?" she asked, her voice somewhere between angry and upset. The girl didn't know which one was the more pressing of the matter. Likely that she was upset with the situation, but Elizabeth had to ignore that. Sadness was not handled well by the witch, which was displayed by her early clearing of the drink.<p>
She pointed a finger across the room and stared at Matt as her vision continued to blur. "Look!" she hissed, stamping her foot down in frustration. "Look at him! Do you know what he's saying?" Her voice hit a pitch the witch hadn't known she could reach. A tear slipped down her cheek as she gasped for a breath.<p>
"He's saying how he loves her, that they can go off and make music together, and some rubbish about meeting his mother!" The was the weird bit, who did that so fast? It didn't make sense, and maybe if Elizabeth was thinking more clearly, she'd be able to see that. For the time being, however, that was not the case. All that the poor girl could think about was the fact that she'd only had two boyfriends, actual boyfriends with that title, and the both of them did something that caused her pain. The fact that Kirley McCormack caused her pain? Well, that was just tragic.<p>
The girl looked almost as miserable as she felt. But one thing she knew, one thing she understand that she could do to make it better. She could drink her troubles away.

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Matt was trying to process everything that Hannah had been telling him. It was a lot to take in but it was also the most honest she had ever been to him about anything. He wondered what had made her just...switch like that. Maybe it was all the stuff that had happened to her recently; the death of her father and the divorce from Finley were likely to take some kind of toll on her. But he had no time to think about that because his attention was torn away from Hannah when he saw a hand reach out for his glass. Whipping around, he expected to see...well, actually he didn't know who he expected. Emma, Amos and other people that would feel safe enough to take alcohol away from Matt would know better than to interrupt him when he was talking to Hannah. When his eyes fell on Elizabeth, it made a little sense. She sure as hell wouldn't be scared enough to take his drink away from him but she looked as though she was on the verge of tears and panicking about something. Matt had been so absorbed in his own conversation that he'd paid little attention to anything surrounding him. So he really had no idea what this was about. He couldn't really remember seeing Lizzy cry before which let him know this was more than likely urgent. <p>

But if that hadn't been enough to tell him, her grabbing his arm and steering him away from the table was a clear enough sign. He looked back over his shoulder at Hannah and mouthed, 'I'm sorry' before turning his head back around. It was a Catch-22. They were both his friends, Hannah was actually more than that to him, but their conversation had been coming to an end anyways. And Matt really wanted time to just mull over everything before he told her everything and made some kind of official decision. Speaking without thinking generally only worked in his favor about sixty to seventy percent of the time. They'd only been walking for like five seconds and the glass was already empty. He was impressed to be honest. She was dragging him along, walking like a mad woman and also managed to quickly down his drink in record time without spilling (from what he could see). He would have made her stop and applauded this feat but he realized this was not the time. <p>

Once they'd gotten away from the crowds of people and had some privacy she stopped and turned to look at him. The squeak she emitted, which he was ninety percent sure had been his name, was kind of...pathetic. But not in the 'you're a pathetic excuse for a human being' kind of way but it was pitiful or vulnerable, one of those. Or maybe both. He didn't know. All he knew was that he hated hearing it from someone as strong as Lizzy normally was. Matt placed his hand on her shoulder, bending his knees slightly to make it a little easier to see eye-to-eye with her, "Mickey, what's u-" he began but she continued speaking and he immediately fell silent. Well fuck. How was he supposed to answer that question? He had no idea what was going on. She looked a little pissed now too, though he felt like he saw more sadness than anything. But she didn't look pissed at <i>him</i> which had just become a concern when she'd asked him what she'd done. <p>

He was once again about to start asking questions, thinking she was going to leave him hanging there and hoped he'd connect the dots himself. His hand slid off her shoulder as he turned around to look in the direction she was pointing. He winced slightly as her voice went up several octaves. But then he took in the scene. Charlotte Greengrass and Kirley? Seriously? First off, Matt knew Kirley alright and he definitely didn't seem like the type of guy to cheat on his girlfriend; much less right in front of her. The only person he knew of that would do that voluntarily was Valmai and that was just because Matt didn't think she even knew <i>how</i> to be subtle whatsoever. Charlotte Greengrass would never <i>ever</i> be caught dead in public with a Halfblood. Not even within a foot of her. She was a bitch. <p>

"Hold on a second," Matt said slowly, squinting his eyes as he took in the scene and tried to recall everything in his previous conversation with Hannah. This was his usual 'thinking' look. Hannah had talked about her sister and her family. She'd bloody dated Lucius Malfoy, was close with Ethan Montague and wouldn't even talk to her own Pureblood sister because she didn't want to risk her reputation. "Mick, something's not right but I don't think it's what you're thinking. Something's up," he said, whipping around to look at her. "Kirley's your best mate and your boyfriend. You know he's not this type of guy," he doubted she'd listen to him given that she was pissed and looking right on the scene so he quickly carried into his next piece of evidence. "But you see, do you know Charlotte? She's a terrible person who would never hang out with anyone who wasn't a Pureblood much less do that," he cocked his head in their direction, "With a Halfblood. Her dad was just killed for being a Blood Traitor and she's not going to risk her image for anything. She'd turn her back on her own family in a heartbeat if she thought it would help her get her reputation back," he explained. The bit about her dad being killed because he was a blood traitor wasn't a complete secret obviously or she wouldn't be worrying about the steep decline of her popularity. So he didn't feel like telling Lizzy something that was known by a lot of people. But the bit about her not speaking with Hannah and cutting her off, that seemed too personal to share. But he could just say she'd do it hypothetically, right? That wasn't crossing any lines. Or he hoped not. <p>

"I know this is awful and all. Nobody wants to see the person they like up on somebody else like that," he began, "But c'mon, don't you see? There's something going on and it's just not...it makes no sense. This isn't them like falling in love or anything," he said, looking over at the two. Alright, it did look like that. He'd give her that. But while he might know more about Charlotte than she did, she knew more about Kirley. So if <i>he</i> knew Kirely wasn't that type of guy, she should too, right? "Neither of them would do this on their own," he said with confidence. "And it's not going to do you any favors to just sit here and watch it happen," he said, softening his tone. He did know this was difficult for her. He just wanted her to see that this was some sort of prank. Game. <i>Something</i> other than what it looked like. "So what do you say we go get a drink and snoop around and see if we can figure out what's happening?" He didn't know if the second part of that would interest her but he was sure a drink would...though whether she really needed one or not was questionable. He'd keep an eye on her. This wouldn't be the first time.

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Elizabeth's stomach was in knots and she didn't know how to fix it. She shouldn't have to fix something like this. She never should have had to deal with this! What was going on in the world? Why was her boyfriend over there telling that Slytherin pureblood that he loved her? Nothing made any sense. But betrayal didn't make sense, right? The girl stood there and listened to Matt speak, and his words seemed to make sense. Something did seem a bit odd about it, and the witch had known that from the beginning, just not to the extent that he had pointed out to her. "He is a good person," she mumbled to herself, sad eyes glancing over at her boyfriend -was he even still her boyfriend at this point?- before dropping to the floor.<p>
It was going to slowly kill her.<p>
So it wasn't true, so there may have been a logical reason for it. "It doesn't matter," Liz added, turning her eyes back to Matt again. "It's still happening." And it was happening right over there. Just a glance away. She pointed over to the pair of students again. "It looks as though he's falling in love with her, he's talking as if he's falling in love with her." She was sad. It wasn't helping at all that there may or may not have been a reason behind it. The girl shook her head sadly and wiped at her eyes. "No good in watching them," she admitted. Part of her was afraid to glance back at them, afraid that something may be happening between the two of them and that she'd lose him. Truly lose him. So, maybe the two students weren't the type to do such a thing, that clearly wasn't stopping them and they seemed to be of sound mind.<p>
Didn't they? She didn't know, the witch couldn't place if it seemed that way or not, her entire judgement of the matter was clouded. If only if could get more foggy and lost. Her ears perked up at the words he spoke. "My vote goes towards the drinking," the blonde spoke, attempting to stand a bit higher as if she could handle herself. She didn't need a watchful eyes tonight. Emmeline was off... somewhere. Matt had babysat her before, but she didn't want a sitter this time, she didn't want someone to stop her.<p>
She wanted to forget everything. It would be so wonderful to simply get to the point of intoxication where she would forget her own name. Forget Kirley, Charlotte, the party. Forget everything entirely and just drink some more. The witch had already had a small handful of drinks, surely one more wouldn't hurt. Though that was assuming the girl would stop simply after one drink. She knew that to be false. It would take a bit for her to get to the point of blacking out, and that was exactly where she wanted to be.<p>
The girl lead him over to the table she had gotten her original alcoholic drink from and where she imagined he'd gotten his before she had taken it from him. Liz took one in each hand before glancing back to Matt. Though her eyes didn't focus on him, they were behind him. Because the angles were always wrong. The angle was showing her exactly what she didn't want to see: her boyfriend. The memories of everything were flooding her mind from the day Oliver abandoned her to the moment she kissed Kirley. The moment they fell into the fountain, the moment that they agreed to be with each other. All the nights in the forest and in the Astronomy Tower. The few nights of falling over drunk and laughing up a storm.<p>
Another tear fell, but the girl wouldn't deal with it. Sadness was a dreadful thing. With that, the girl chugged down one of the drinks in her hand before setting the empty cup back down on the table, her attention turning to Matt. This was going to be a long night.

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He watched her closely to see her reaction. He expected to see a dawn of understanding on her face, for her to fit the pieces together. If he was able to do it, he figured she should. Then again, he was also sober and if he knew her she wasn't. But still. This was clear as day! The more he thought about it, the more confident he was. Though that didn't say much since Matt could be confident in things like people being able to train a dragon to be their pet. It <i>almost</i> looked like she was going to agree that something was wrong and maybe, just maybe, if Matt was as lucky as he liked to think he was, she'd stop freaking out and become her normal self again. He thought it'd happened when she agreed that Kirley was a good person. "He really is. He's not enough of a shithead to act like that on his own," he urged, just wanting to make sure that they were on the same page. Just because she thought he was a good person didn't mean that she was going to not get pissed at him and do something incredibly rash.
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Matt looked at her like she'd grown an extra head. That didn't matter? The fact that it obviously wasn't Kirley, at least not in mind, out there didn't matter? How the fuck did that work? "Uh no, pretty damn sure it does matter," he said as he raised one of his eyebrows. What was her logic on that one? It made all the difference in the world. You couldn't really be pissed at someone who was acting against their own will, could you? "I don't understand your logic," he voiced. "Yeah and you keep saying 'as if' so you know it's not true," he pointed out, feeling like this was going to be the deciding factor. "You can't actually be mad at him for it, could you? Like what if he's under the Imperious Curse or something?" he asked hypothetically. Why his mind had jumped right to the Imperious Curse and skipped the idea of more simple things was a mystery. But he was just going to roll with it. <p>

At least she'd agreed that nothing good would come from sitting there and watching them. Why people signed up to watch things that upset them for long periods of time was completely beyond him. He was no masochist. He snorted when she said she was down for drinking, "Surprise, surprise." It might sound hypocritical for Matt to comment about how much someone drank but he didn't drink as much as Lizzy. He didn't know anyone who could drink as much as that girl. She went off to get the drinks for them and Matt waited, looking around as people walked by hoping to see a familiar face that could help him, like Amos. Though if he explained the scenario to Amos he'd probably walk right on by and wish him luck. Couldn't blame the guy really. <p>

And just as she was about to hand him his drink, she looked over his shoulder, causing Matt to look as well, and saw Kirley and Lottie still going at it. For love of Merlin, could they cut it out for like five minutes? Just when he thought he had her under control they had to go muck it up. Stupid Kirley. Stupid Lottie bitch. And then she downed her drink completely. "Easy there, soldier," he said though he knew it would have little effect. He could only guess that the second glass was now for her as well. Eh, not for long. He took the glass and was about to stop halfway through but continued on, knowing anything he left would be consumed by her immediately. She'd snatch it just as she'd done with his drink before. Thankfully, he'd hardly had anything to drink that night and he had built up some tolerance so it wasn't a huge deal. "Just turn away from it, Mickey," he said softly. "I'll go get some more," he said, walking off to the bar.<p>

He told the bartender to make the glass half water and half Firewhiskey. She'd notice it as soon as she drank it but if she drank it at that rate, she wouldn't know until she was done. Then she'd consume half of the alcohol and get some water in her system at the same time. He only got the one this time because he didn't want to have to chug another glass himself. Once he got back to her, he handed her the drink, "You flew really well in practice today," he said with a hopeful smile. It was a poor attempt at trying to distract her but what other options were there?
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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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Alright, so she was still crying. She was like a broken faucet or something; he was trying everything he could to make the water stop running but it just kept going. With a broken faucet however he could just call a professional to come in and fix it. Was there a professional that could make Lizzy stop crying? Emme? He looked around to see if he could spot her but that was like finding a bloody needle in a haystack. The only other person he could think of that could help was Kirley but obviously he wasn't going to be able to help out with this either. Even if he <i>should</i> be the one who had to deal with it. It wasn't that Matt didn't want to be here for her, not at all, he just wasn't sure if he was one of the people who could actually help. <p>

He wanted to say 'good' but even in his head that sounded insensitive. "I'm sure he'll be glad that you're being understanding come tomorrow," he replied, offering a small smile. Sometimes when people were upset, they hated being smiled at because the other person was supposed to be equally miserable. Other people liked it. Matt generally liked to believe that smiles and jokes fixed most things - they always did for him, anyways. "He's gonna be pissed off enough at himself," he said with a short laugh. Tomorrow. Merlin, that was going to be hilarious. If he was right both of them were going to be waking up pissed as hell. Kirley, at himself, and Lottie probably at Kirley because he couldn't imagine Lottie Greengrass ever hating herself. <p>

Matt hadn't expected her to listen to him when he told her to take it easy. Because that would have been <i>too</i> easy. This night was interesting but it sure as hell wasn't simple. He was glad to see that she'd at least taken his advice to not keep looking at the 'happy' couple. He was shocked to find her laughing when he'd returned with her drink but hey, maybe he had fixed the broken faucet after all (or she was just drunk enough). He cocked his head. On a potion? Was there a potion going around? He gave her a bemused yet bewildered expression as she kept talking. They were sober? Was she joking? <i>He</i> was sober but she clearly wasn't. And potion? He looked around and noticed all the couples, looked back at Kirley and Charlotte briefly and it started to click. Potions...not the Imperius curse, love potions. Of course. That would make Kirley and Lottie act like that. Then he started laughing. Was that what happened to Sirius too? Things were beginning to make so much sense, "We are the sober ones aren't we?" Hilarious. At a party he and Elizabeth Mckinnon were sober compared to the rest of them. His laugh faltered though as he thought back on his conversation with Hannah. Is that what had made her tell him everything she had? Was that why she suddenly had feelings for him? But as he looked at the couples around, all over each other and yelling about how much they loved each other, he had to believe otherwise. Or at least he wanted to. And wanting to believe something was enough for Matt. Hannah had meant it and that was that. <p>

He smiled, the distraction of Quidditch seemed to be effective. "Thanks!" He replied happily. "I think we've got a real chance against Slytherin in a couple weeks,"he added enthusiastically, hoping her high spirits would stay intact. He couldn't help but laugh sheepishly as she began coughing halfway through her drink. She knew something was up just as he figured she would. She was way too familiar with the taste of Firewhiskey to not realize when it was watered down. "It might be half water," he said with a laugh and casual shrug of his shoulders. "Just trying to watch out for you," he added.

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"Yeah, he will." Elizabeth knew that to be true. Of course he'd be pissed at himself come tomorrow. That Greengrass bitch would likely be pissed at him too. But the girl had already had so many trust problems. True, this wasn't anyone's fault. Well, it was someone's fault, but the teen didn't know who to hold blame for. Though if the witch were to find that out, it was likely that said person would get a hand straight across their face. She was angry. Not mad at the point her heart sped up for. No, of course not. The entire situation was killing her, and she'd be dammed if she would let it continue to pull at her in such a manner. It was like she was stuck.<p>
"We'll kick their ass!" The witch bounced excitably as her inside voice disappeared and her voice filled the air around them. It was so thrilling! They'd win against Slytherin and then they'd win against everyone! Even people who weren't playing. Elizabeth had no idea how, but they would. She knew it. "We're brilliant!" she whispered, her voice dropping down low as though to over compensate for the fact that she just turned a few heads of the other sober students. It wasn't as though all the fake lovers would tear their attention away from each other long enough to shoot the blonde a dirty look for being as vocal as she was.<p>
Her eyes danced with drunken delight. "Are you being my baby sitter?" she asked, smiling. It was funny. Everything was funny. She always had someone watching out for her, though it was normally Emmeline. That girl was no where to be found. Elizabeth wouldn't have found having a sitter funny if it weren't for the alcohol that seemed to be replacing her blood. Maybe if one of her veins split open, she'd begin bleeding Firewhisky. Oooh! That could be fun. Maybe then she could drink it and get even more tossed. Wait, would that make her a vampire? Drinking alcoholic blood? Would it even be considered blood at that point, or simply alcohol? Further more, would it take that amount of alcohol out of her system?<p>
The girl shook her head softly to clear the thoughts. Where the fuck did that come from, anyway? "I'd rather get 'alf cups than wa'ered down cups," she spoke, dropping a few letters from her sentence. It was as though they simply fell out of her head. Maybe that had. She'd had how many by then? Two and a half cups in a span of a few minutes? Damn, this was getting bad. Perhaps she was simply becoming a lightweight. Though, that couldn't be true. She'd drink anyone under the table.<p>
Under the table. It was funny, her eyes drifted around and it seemed as though others were also under tables. Or ontop of them. It's like they were about to start shagging right there and then. Several of them as her eyes roamed around the room before landing on the evil pair of people once again. The one set of people she wished would disappear off to another room.<p>
Would that have been a better idea, though? At least while they were right there in front of her, she knew what the two of them were doing. Weddings. Bloody brilliant. "I hate her," she verbalized unintentionally.

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