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[alfie alexander chase]

Everyone thinks that I have it all

But it's so empty living behind these castle walls

It wasn't often that Alfie Chase ever felt down in the dumps. Although he could be a sarcastic and sometimes stuck up dick, he was usually quite optimistic and upbeat. When he did end up feeling shit, whether it be because someone has pissed him off or just that he's having a rubbish day, he usually turns to the alcohol. Alcohol, as far as he's concerened, makes everything better. So when he'd woken this morning on the wrong side of the bed and after having spent the better part of his day being rubbed the wrong way by annoying fifth years and cocky seventh years, two of them he'd gotten into a brawl with, earning himself a black eye in the process, (It was fine since he'd broken one guys nose) he decided to call it quits on his classes and find a quiet spot to drown away his sorrows with copious amounts of alcohol.

Sat on the cold concrete floor with his back to the wall, one leg pent up and the other stretched out in front of him, Alfie repeatedly banged his head back against the wall. After a ringing began to echo it's way through his ears, he stopped, and lifted the half bottle of empty tequila to his lips so that he could take another heavy mouthful. There was a faint burn on the back of his tongue but it didn't really faze him anymore. He drank so much alcohol that it all started to taste like water to him. He didn't really care as long as he got the kick he needed to forget about how shit he was feeling at the moment.

[hallie beatrix cauldwell]

There’s nothing left, I used to cry
My inspiration has run dry

Hallie Cauldwell tried her hardest to forget about everything. Ever since she returned back to the school, she threw herself into schoolwork and the cheer squad, in hopes that her mind would be preoccupied. And even between her own academic studies, tutoring others, and working out routines with Aspen, Hallie considered getting a job in Hogsmeade. Quite honestly, the girl didn’t want any spare time on her hands, because that meant thinking time. The brunette didn’t think about the kidnappings often, it was a dark place to go back to, and she didn’t like feeling sorry for herself. Especially when her personal motto to live each day to the fullest and be the happiest she could be. Most days, it was easy to escape the reality of the situation; the nightmares hardly came anymore, and Hallie covered up her scar every morning so she wouldn’t have to look at it. However, the young Marauders had recently taken it up themselves to carry out some revenge on the Death Squadron, and with it the arguments among the group, brought the distant situation to light once again.

Unable to deal with the Marauders’ planning anymore, Hallie quickly logged out of the chat room and hopped off her bed. She didn’t particularly think it was a good idea, but no one seemed to take her opinion seriously. Quite honestly, Hallie did believe the Death Squadron should get a piece of their own medicine, but she was scared of what they might do. She, out of anyone else in the Marauders—other than Gabby and Erinn—knew what the Death Squadron was capable of, and she was certainly terrified that they might come after her again. It was a difficult situation to be in, because she really didn’t want to see anybody on either side to get badly hurt, but she kind of wanted the Death Squadron members to experience what she did in that cellar for four days.

Feeling slightly claustrophobic with all these thoughts invading her mind, the sixth year decided it would be best to go for a little walk. Hallie had different hiding places for different stress levels, and right now, her stress was through the roof. There was only one place that could handle her mood at the moment, as she quickly made her way towards the abandoned room in the dungeons. The cool, soundproof room offered the perfect location for Hallie to yell at the top of her lungs, without fear of someone hearing or bursting in on her. It didn’t take her long to reach her location, but upon swinging the door open, Hallie stopped in her tracks. Alfie? The Ravenclaw was definitely not expecting to see him in the room, especially in the state that he was in. She noticed the bottle in his hand, a frown passing on her face. What was it with those damn Slytherins turning to alcohol when they had a problem? She had half a thought to go over there and rip the bottle out of his hand, but considering she wasn’t in the most stable of minds, Hallie decided against it. Are..are you okay?

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[alfie alexander chase]

Everyone thinks that I have it all

But it's so empty living behind these castle walls

It wasn't much fun, being sat alone in a dark room, drinking. But then, Alfie wasn't really looking for fun, just an escape. He didn't think he'd be in here much longer. Soon he'd be drunk enough to cheer up some and then he'd head out and find some girl or maybe even make a trip to Hogsmeade and hit up Club Chronos. Either way, he didn't plan on staying in the room all evening all night. That was until a certain Ravenclaw entered the room. Alfie wasn't all that sure what it was about Hallie Cauldwell that he liked so much. Maybe it was because she was pure and innocent and naive, something he wasn't. At all. Of course a lot of it was down to the thrill of the chase. That and she happened to be very hot. But truth be told, there was nothing Alfie loved more than trying to win over a girl and then basking in his triumph once he'd managed to bed said girl.

A slow and lazy half grin pulled at Alfie's lips when Hallie spoke. "Little Cauldwell." He greeted with faux cheer and took another long swig from his bottle. "Fucking dandy." he replied in response to her question, wiping at his mouth when a drop of tequila slipped from his lips. "What brings little miss perfect down to my neck of the woods?" he rested his head back against the brick wall and rolled it to the side so that he could look at her properly. He wasn't at all his usual flirtatious self but he still had some sarcasm left in him.