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Post by gabriel on Feb 13, 2013 0:32:01 GMT -5
Gabriel had yet to find a truly ill effect that came along with his drinking habit. He was able to function as normally as anyone else was when he did drink even if it was during normal school hours. Just as long as he paced himself everything was perfect. He had that feeling of weightlessness that came when he drank and it was just kind of amazing as far as Gabriel was concerned. He was still focused but the bitterness that normally filled his mind before he had to deal with people was gone. That was the upside to all of this he supposed. That his drinking saved him the headache of actually having to deal with people. He still dealt with them but it wasn’t as if they were actually there. Gabriel felt if he put out his hand it would simply pass through them. They weren’t real to him unless he wanted them to be. You really couldn’t beat that.
There were the downsides of course. Like the moment he was experiencing just now in the girl’s toilet on the second floor. Gabriel had been on his way to the library when the urge had hit him. It had been closer than the boys and quite frankly he could give a shit less whether or not someone caught him in here. There was something about chucking your insides out into porcelain that made one really not care what anyone else thought about him at that given moment. Which was why he really hated the vomiting because he couldn’t scowl at the putrid ghost that was floating above him. She thought this was a right laugh evidently and was yucking it up as she floated above him. Expelling more bile into the toilet Gabriel managed to raise one defiant middle finger in her direction as he clutched the toilet with his other. Like ‘ell was he going to be laughed at.
Finishing Gabriel whipped his mouth on the back of his hand and scowled at the ghost once more, “At least I'm not stupid enough to get myself offed in a bleedin’ girl’s toilet you wanker.” Gabriel spat the words without remorse and waved dismissively at the ghost. He knew who Moaning Myrtle was and thought she was useless. What good did she really do crying everywhere? None at all was the answer to that question. At least some of the other ghosts were interesting where as she just wasn’t. She was a waste of…well not space as ghosts obviously didn’t really take up space. He could at this moment stand where she was and he’d occupy the same space. A waste of corporeal material better served on more interesting ghosts?
Gabriel wasn’t satisfied with that answer and decided as he kicked the door open and nearly into the face of a third year girl that he would investigate this once he had arrived at the library. Digging his flask from his pocket Gabriel took a swig from it and stowed it immediately. No Professor needed to know of his habit after all he was a prefect. What that meant and what his head of house was on when they made the decision he still didn’t know but it gave him power so that was a positive. In a way it was a get out of jail free card. Out after hours? Oh I was doing rounds Professor. Who threw this party? I don’t know Professor I was just about to come get you. Gabriel wasn’t a rat so to speak he just wasn’t above throwing people under the bus to save his own skin. It wasn’t like he was really hurting anyone.
The worst part is was that the teachers believed him every bleedin’ time. Strolling into the library Gabriel wondered if he was pushing his luck. Was he digging his own grave here? That was impossible Gabriel was too smart to get caught. No one was going to catch him doing anything that he didn’t want them to catch him doing. Moseying through the shelves he wondered if anyone ever felt this good after puking their guts up from heavy drinking? He doubted it and like an added bonus his lucidity from before was still lingering.
Picking book after book from the stack Gabriel wondered just how many more he had to go before he completed the library. Granted the restricted section was completely off limits but a part of him hoped that he would manage to at least crack on to have three fourths of the room done by the time his Seventh Year ended. He hungered for knowledge like nothing else. It was an odd parallel he knew. Gabriel the alcoholic and Gabriel the scholar. The two never really met. Sure he was drunk when he read but the mentality was hardly the same. Sitting down at the desk Gabriel scanned the book and comforted himself knowing that plenty of brilliant people had substance abuse problems. If anything his drinking was probably a sign of even more great things to come. You couldn’t really beat that? tagged!OPEN TO ALL! lyrics Brand New, Jude Law and a Semester Abroad notes OPEN!!!!!! word count 851
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