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Self Medicated, Half-Sedated; for Carlin.
Topic Started: Nov 13 2010, 01:11 AM (875 Views)
Astoria Hendrix
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Alright, so maybe Stori wasn't exactly supposed to be down here. The Potions classroom was reserved for, well, class, and students were discouraged from visiting it outside of class hours. Especially when the Professor wasn't around. Stori wasn't even sure who the Professor was - she had only been at Patronus Academy for a mere week - but she did know that they weren't occupying the classroom at the moment. She didn't care if the Professor walked in on her, caught what she was doing. She didn't care if he (or she) was the kind of asshole that would give her a week's worth of detentions for being here unwarranted. Stori needed her fix, and she needed it bad.

She had been lying in her new bed, staring up at the canopy. Patronus Academy was a little more hastily put together than Hogwarts was, and it showed, but at least the beds were just as nice as the ones at Hogwarts. Thoughts had been floating through her mind lazily, and she had been stone-cold sober. It was in moments like these, where she was alone (she had yet to properly be introduced to her dormmates) that her mind wandered into dark places, was simply drawn into the cobwebby shadows in the corners of her brain. When this happened she most often thought about the attack on Hogwarts, which was terrifying enough for anyone who had survived it, but she had witnessed her then-boyfriend losing his soul to the Dementor's Kiss. The worst part of the whole ordeal was the knowledge that he wasn't dead, no, because the Dementor's Kiss didn't kill, merely took away the soul, took away that spark that made someone truly alive. He was now practically a mindless zombie, presumably still locked up in Hogwarts somewhere. It simply tore Stori apart that it didn't matter whether or not Hogwarts was ever saved again, because either way Cyril could not be restored to his former self. And it was all her fault.

She stood over the cauldron now, stirring the liquids within it with her wand. Hemlock made an excellent potion-stirrer; that's what the salesman at Ollivander's had said when the wand hand chosen her. Mostly because Norton had made a joke about hemlock being a deadly poison. She added some slug salts to the mixture, watching it sizzle and crystallize. What had been a cauldron full of potion hardened down into about a teaspoon of light pink crystals. Stori scraped these out of the bottom of the cauldron and placed them in a small bowl on the table. The crystals were delicate; she handled them carefully. She didn't have enough for her purposes yet, so she started measuring out more ingredients, prepared to make another batch. It was while she was doing this that she heard some footsteps nearby, approaching the classroom, entering. She continued her work meticulously, paying the sound no notice. Perhaps if she pretended that she was merely practicing for a test, she wouldn't get into too much trouble. Acting like you're doing nothing wrong is the best way to fool someone into thinking just that, Stori told herself.
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Life wasn't too bad. Days flowed smoothly and she had no trouble blending in with the right people and a good bunch of them. Sure, she had rubbed against the younger Carrow the wrong way and that annoying Amelia had brought about several inhibitions and doubts within her. Living with the reputation of being a slag just wasn't easy...but slipping into the arms of George and finding yet another play mate in Evelyn made it all go away. Days were good with her slipping in and out of empty classroom, closets and the Lion dormitories to spend time with George. Leading Evelyn on and making her do all those little insignificant things she didn't bother to set time for made everything so much easier. It just meant she had to set aside a few minutes some nights for the girl...oh it really wasn't for her. It was for Carlin herself. She set the dates...the times...and all that was done. It was all going to be according to her...her control. It was amazing how it all had turned out to be. At Hogwarts she wouldn't have dared to step outside of the shadows of her brothers and try anything without them. There was barely anything she did without them knowing of it. But now...she barely even thought about them. It was hard just for the few days and then all of a sudden she seemed to find a whole lot to distract herself from her various thoughts. She still did stay up some nights scribbling in her diary about all the things she was running away from...but George and Evelyn did their share to help her through it all; unintentionally of course.

Carlin being one to always hide under her exterior never sounded any of her troubles to people around her...be they her little flings or crushes or minions. There is nothing that she let share with the outter world. But it wasn't like she carried around a happy exterior for all to see...fooling them all. She wasn't unnecessarily rude...she just slipped around people. Preferred to be ignored and left alone. As long as there wasn't an established relationship she kept her words to the bare minimum. She could blend right into the background if she will...but her ever thirst for the boys got her to make an impression with her dressing at the least. Ever since she got to Patronus Academy the one time she had let her guard down had been that day at the gardens with Aimee. The girl always seemed to pull her out and make her want to say more...she always had these true phrases she threw around making Carlin think and want to talk. That day; she had let herself speak a little too much...show how much it hurt. A sigh left her lips, now, as she walked down the basement corridor. It wouldn't be long though...she'd forget her brothers. She'd slip right into the ease of things at this school, never go back home to her mother or even meet her father and go on with life like nothing ever mattered. A complete contradiction to her need and desire to come back to magic...avenging her brothers deaths seemed to slip away from her thoughts as she struggled to keep herself together. She had outlets...but she was afraid to let all her fears go. What kind of person did it make her...to forget her own blood?

A strong scent drifted out of a room she had just passed. The ingredients of it immediately springing to her head making her frown slightly...there really wasn't anything good you could make out of all those. She could only imagine the toxicity of it all mixed together. Curiosity rose as she stepped back to see that it was from the Potions Classroom. Was a Professor actually brewing something of this sort?? Now wouldn't that be scandalous...a smirk lifted her lips as she thought of the idea. Pushing the door open she peered in to look around the large empty classroom. At the very corner was a girl with her back turned to Carlin working on a potion of course. She slowly walked forwards sniffing the air and knowing for sure this was clearly not something that anyone would agree cooking up. As she got closer and caught sight of the girls' details a grin lifted her face. Astoria. That one girl her brothers warned her to stay away from...Carlin had never questioned why. She was a girl after all. If it had been a boy she would have probably fought and demanded to know the reason...but being a girl, she really didn't much care. Carlin never did get along with them anyway. There...here she was going to do yet another something her brothers wouldn't approve of. The thoughts of forgetting them was washed away as soon as they had filled her head...her attention distracted. "That's a whole lot stronger than your usual, don't you think?" she spoke having heard about how the girl concoted her own potions and used them as drugs. She never had bothered to look in it or the girl...but now, she was interested. Stepping by the girls' side she picked up a little bottle and shook it making the green dust in it swirl. "Damaging..." she muttered.


:|: Confused :|: Heartbroken :|: Badger :|: .Carlin.Hayes. :|: Werewolf :|: Seeker :|: Weak :|: Indifferent :|:
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Stori had long forgotten that the smell of her potions was rather noxious; her nose was so used to them that she didn't really notice anymore. Of course, there were some that were odorless, but the one she was making now was not one of them. It smelled strongly of rotting flowers, so strongly in fact that Stori had named the drug Hyacinth, partially for the smell and then partially for the light pink coloring of the crystals the potion produced. Many of her potions were named after Muggle flowers, plants and herbs; Norton had seen to it that the names of them were forever engrained into her brain. She could tell you about the uses of hyacinth in herbal medicine as well as the legend from which the flower first bore its name. Maybe naming her drugs after flowers made Stori a hippie just like Norton and Violetta once were, but she didn't really mind that. There were worse labels to live by, she supposed. If anything, being raised by hippies had given Stori a great appreciation of nature and its products, which had spurned her love for Herbology and Potions in the first place, and secondly it had taught her that expanding her consciousness using mind-altering substances was not necessarily a bad thing. She used to do drugs to expand her mind like that, but now she did it simply to escape, even though she could not admit that to herself.

The stranger that had walked into the classroom, Stori noticed out of the corner of her eye, was a girl about her age, maybe a little younger. Her hair was straight, dark, and she was as tall as Stori was, if not a bit taller. Stori felt her muscles clench for a moment as the girl drew closer, then relax. She didn't care what this girl thought so much as she cared that the girl might tell on her. Stori didn't care what the Professors thought either actually, but she did care about being punished - she didn't believe that what she was doing was wrong, and so she didn't believe that she should have to pay any negative consequences for it. "That's a whole lot stronger than your usual, don't you think?" the girl said to her, and for a moment Stori's interest was piqued. So. The girl knew what Stori was making, though she didn't give off the impression of a tattletale. This was good. Even though her next comment - "Damaging" - was a little on the negative side, Stori could deal. She gave a smirk, though she looked down at her potions ingredients instead of the girl, and said, "Haha, it's been a rough day." Rough day. It had been more like a rough week, a rough month, a rough year. Stori still couldn't get over the events that had unfolded during the attack on Hogwarts; thoughts of that day still drifted through her thoughts constantly, haunted her dreams. She gave an involuntary shudder before turning her mind back to her work. It will all be over soon.

She gave a little grunt of irritation as the girl fumbled with a bottle of green dust, which so happened to be her ground slug salts, an integral ingredient in Hyacinth, but said nothing else when the girl put it down. She snatched it from the table quickly and poured the rest of the remaining salts into her cauldron; again the potion sizzled and steamed until it had boiled down to nothing more than a teaspoon of Stori's pink crystals. She leaned over the cauldron, scraping the crystals into a little dish, and leaned back up when there were no remnants of Hyacinth sticking to the cauldron's interior. She muttered a charm towards the cauldron, instructing it to clean itself out, and then reached into the pocket of her robes and procured a colorful glass bowl with a pipe coming out of the end. The bowl was small, only capable of holding perhaps a gram of substance, and was small enough to fit across your hand. Stori carefully measured out a portion of the crystals and placed them in the bowl, then put the end of the pipe up to her mouth. "Incedio," she murmured around the pipe, and watched as the crystals - unbelievably - caught fire, producing a bright pink flame that shot sparks. Stori inhaled deeply, held her breath a moment, then exhaled, letting out a blue-gray smoke that smelled strongly of the same rotting flower scent that the potion had smelled of. Stori gave a lazy grin and turned to her audience. She wasn't feeling it yet, but she would after another hit or two, she knew. "Name's Astoria," she told the girl beside her, extending the hand that wasn't holding the bowl for a shake.
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((I FAIL...and its way back in the timeline. I feel so bad to have kept you waiting this way! I swear...I'll make it up to you!! We shall plot crazy, yes!!))

Carlin watched the girl with interest...the scent of the potion as it brewed and how they shrunk down to barely a teaspoon of crystals left her in awe. Sh eunderstood the ingredients almost immediately but didn't realize they could all be put together to create a drug. She stood there silently watching the girl pull out a small colourful glass bowl and filled it with a portion of th epink crystals...burnt it up and smoked. The scent of the smoke itself told Carlin it really was a strong one...amazngly strong. The curiosity in her grew as she watched the girl even more closely. Peering over her shoulders to finger all the bottles that lay on the table. "Name's Astoria." the girl said making Carlin smile and look up at her. She smiled down at the hand that was extended and shook it briefly. It was odd...she never did remember doing that; but she couldn't just ignore the arm could she. And it wasn't a wonder that no one knew who Carlin was...she always had been sheltered by her brothers and built a strong fort around; there was barely anything about her that got around...or at least she thought. The fact that she had been the talk in the boys locker room and favorite post quidditch-practice chit chat wasn't evident to her...she never knew and with her brothers around she never would have found out. They protected her from even the slightest bit of news that could change something in her. As much as she loved it...it really did annoy her how they pampered her and didn't quite give her space or seemingly had no trust in her and her judgement. Well, it wasn't like they could trust it...she wasn't a smart one. Being raised so cushioned...she really didn't know the difference between the right and wrong, the good and bad, the restricted and the prohibited, the allowed and the possibles...She remained oblivious to the real world and all the factors that could affect her if she ever stepped out. It was stupidity to shelter her so much...but then again, no one did expect them to disappear one dreaded day. And now...she'd learn how to live...

Not without mistakes, of course. She raised her eyes to the bowl that the girl smoked from and then up at the girl once again. "Carlin." she said with a smile. There was no need of anything more...and she reallly didn't have anything to know about the girl. She knew enough...she had heard many rumours...if the girl just did brew and smoke all the time; Carlin knew everything there is to know about the girl. Okay...why she does it and what her problems are weren't things she knew...but really; wasn't that private? Gesturing to the pink crystals she said "Care to share?" she didn't hold out her hand or reach out for it...she simply asked. It was hesitation. She really didn't know if she should try out something of this sort. Her brother would have forbidden her and of coure, she would have listen. But...they always smoked up and drank all night even though they never really liked her doing any of the same. They always did enjoy a whole lot of their life and kept her covered up and wrapped up in a bubble as if she'd crack like some china dish. Staring up at the girl who's eyes already seemed to be slightly lost as the toxicity of the crystals hit her her eyes flickered between the bowl and the girl. She didn't even know how to smoke it up...but she could just imitate the girl, right. Yea...she slowly held out her hand and raised the end of her lips in a small smirk trying to seem as confident as she could.


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Carlin. The name was unique enough but it didn't ring a bell in Stori's mind. Perhaps if she had heard the girl's full name - Carlin Hayes - Stori would have recognized it better. Maybe she had known or heard of one of Carlin's many brothers, even though none of them were in her year at Hogwarts, perhaps shared a drink with them at one of the many parties she used to attend. It was funny - people used to use any reason possible to have a party back at Hogwarts, whether it be for a birthday, Quidditch victory, the end of midterms, whatever. But Stori hadn't heard of any parties being thrown here. Maybe it was because despite birthdays and Quidditch victories and whatnot, there was still a darkness that hung over them all, with the attack on Hogwarts and everything that had gone on afterwards. But wasn't that all the more reason to have a party, to lift people's spirits? Stori made a mental note about this, deciding that she would have to organize some informal get-together one of these days. She was more of a party-goer than a party-thrower, but for the good of the people she could definitely cook something up. When she met some more people here, made some more friends. Obviously she had already built up a bit of a reputation, so maybe she could use it to her advantage to get people to attend whatever celebration she concocted. And it would be awesome, of course. Stori would make sure of it.

Maybe if this girl Carlin didn't turn out to be so bad she could come. Stori gave the girl another once-over. She seemed curious. That was the only vibe that Stori got at the moment, not that she would ever claim to have a brilliant intuition. If she spent some time with her, got to know her a little better, she'd definitely be able to tell whether or not they'd get along. Though of course, what the girl said next surprised Stori. "Care to share?" Stori could detect the small amount of uncertainty in her voice, but noticed the smirk of confidence as well. It was cool if the girl wanted to try - and Stori didn't mind sharing, this stuff was so inexpensive to make - she just hadn't expected her to come out and ask for it. Because, well, Stori would've offered it after another hit or two anyhows, especially if the two had chatted after a little bit. Perhaps it was that Stori was slightly affronted by the request, by being asked to share by a total stranger. Not affronted enough to decline, however. Stori was giving enough, and as aforementioned, it wasn't like this stuff was expensive. Besides, she was curious as to see whether or not the girl had smoked before, even knew how to use a bowl. A small smirk played upon Stori's lips. "Sure thing," she told the girl, holding the bowl out to her.

But then a bit of guilt sprang in her gut as the girl took it, as Stori thought back to the first time she smoked, how much of a novice she had felt like. Maybe wizards didn't smoke out of bowls, maybe that was a purely Muggle thing, for all Stori knew, and the girl could be a pureblood. So before Carlin could even attempt to take a hit, Stori started to instruct her. "Hold the bowl with one hand - not your wand hand - and put your thumb over the carb...the little hole in the side. Hold the wand up to the bowl with your other hand, but not too close - you don't want to get singed. Use the Incendio spell to light it, and suck in while the fire's still burning. But be careful, cause I just cleaned the bowl out so the hit's going to be kinda harsh." Okay, maybe that had been too much, but Stori had a feeling that the girl had no clue what she was doing here. That confident little smirk didn't fool her in the least. Besides, the worst that could happen here was that Carlin already knew what she was doing and Stori had just made a fool of herself, which would only matter if Stori really cared what Carlin thought. Which she didn't; not yet.
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Just being handed the bowl Carlin couldn't help but stare down at the girls' hand for a long moment. Yes, she had asked for it but maybe she was hoping for more than just a hand-over. The only time she did smoke was a puff of cigarette and really smoking didn't agree with her health. It just made her even worse than she was already with her eating disorder. She was never even invited along if her brothers went smoking or anything of the sort. They kept her so protected that she barely even knew when they went missing for a smoke. And as years went she had her distractions to kep her from wanting to do everything her brothers did. Not knowing how it was all done she just frowned down at the bowl as she accepted it from the girl. She really didn't want to look stupid by turning it up and down and looking it all ove rbut she couldn't help but be a little confused. She had watched the girl lit it up and just breath in when the flames were still burning so she assumed that was what should be done...but she wasn't entirely sure. Looking down at the substance that still lay inside she sniffed ever so slightly so that th egirl really wouldn't notice her being so suspicious and cautious about it all. Well, it really was just confusion and not knowing what she should be doing. A feeling tugged at her insides as she remembered her brothers warning about smoking. It was funny seeing how they never refrained from it...but they seemed to want to keep her away from it. It was always things like such that drew Carlin towards things. They restricted her so much she simply wanted to get out. They protected her so much she simply wanted to live. It all just seemed so different on the other end...she wasn't sure how different or if it was even good...but it just was different and hell, the grass was just greener.

Carlin looked up at the girl when she suddenly began speaking and was glad she had decided to instruct her without having to be asked. She had been feeling too small to be asking her since she had put up that fake smirk of confidence earlier. Her eyes moved around the bowl as the girl explained what it was and how it was the be used. It seemed simple enough was her only thought as the girl continued but stopped as soon as she said it would be slight harsh. She swallowed hard wondering how that would feel. Chewing on her lips she looked up at the girl again and then leaned back against the table deciding she just had to do it now. There really wasn't any turning back, right? She could just give it back and say no...but no, the girl hadn't offered. She had asked and hell, how stupid would it look for her to return it. Carlins' pride stood against it and she lifted the bowl up moving it over to her left hand with her thumb pressed against the hole on the side, the girl called a carb. Licking her lips slowly but not looking up at the girl she pulled her wand out and pointed the tip into the bowl just the way she had seen the girl do it. She'd just imitate her moves and do like she said...she'd be fine. Hmmm...she should be. She kept convincing her two minds that kept so still that she was worried her limbs might just fail and stop moving as well. "Incendio" she muttered watching the substance immediately torch up and for a second she was simply afraid to bring the bowl closer while it was burning that way. Pink flames that kept shooting upwards. She stared at it as if she hadn't seen it while the girl had smoked up. She breathed in almost unconsiously and felt a slight taste tingle over her tongue all of a sudden making her stop. Nothing came when she breathed out but she was sure she hadn't really breathed in much.

Do it... her head suddenly seemed sure and she went for it. She took a deep breath with her eyes shut being slightly afraid of the flames so close...held her breath for a moment like the girl had...and let it go parting her lips and opening her eyes watching the blue-grey smoke with slight tinges of pink blow out. She blinked her eyes a couple of times letting the feeling that filled her head sink in...no, it didn't seem like it would sink in any time soon. Her head seemed to ache and felt slightly heavy like she was sleep deprived. "This is how it feels?" her tongue rolled in her mouth before she could really get the words out proper. For a moment it actually seemed like her head just let go of its responsibilities over the rest of her body and indulged in the substance. But that was it...she frowned and looked up at the girl. The feeling that filled her didn't feel too great...it wasn't special or anything that gave her any other kind of sensation. The first time she had smoked a cigarette she had ended up coughing her lungs out...but this was completely different. Her head seemed to spin and ache even though she really couldn't see it....everything simply felt like an illusion. The spinning and the ache. It didn't feel real at all. "You enjoy this?" she was still blinking her eyes every few seconds as if that helped bring her back to normal... "It feels..." she simply couldn't place the word...hmmm... "...odd?" she licked her lips "Why do you do it?" she slowly asked although the voices in her head were asking everything louder than ever. They seemed to be screaming the exact same words as Carlin. When she seemed like she was calm and composed on the exterior she felt some kind of hurry and anxiety at the back of her head. "Does it get better?" she finally asked raising two fingers to her temple.


:|: Confused :|: Heartbroken :|: Badger :|: .Carlin.Hayes. :|: Werewolf :|: Seeker :|: Weak :|: Indifferent :|:
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