Looks like someone had to much to drink!! (Gail & Blaire)

Blaire walked down the open street with her black cloak around her and a bottle in her hand. She hadn't meant to drink so much but she couldn't help it. She was seriously depressed and was had blood lust going through her. She was feeling the buzz of the alcohol swimming in her system.

"Stupid little mudblood. Stealing my wand. Unforgivable. Punish. Must kill...." Blaire hissed in parselmouth. She took a shot from the bottle and sighed as she sat down on the nearest bench on the street.

"You will die at the hands of Blaire Camille Hudson Attor if it's the last thing you ever do." Blaire hissed again.

(I only just read your reply to Carl too xD Scary....)

Gail had been growing anxious over the last few days. She'd never been meant to stick to one place for too long, and yet she had gone and done just that, settling down in Hogsmeade, on some 'noble cause' to protect the citizens from threats such as Death Eaters or reckless Vigilantes. She was of course a vigilante herself, in a sense, but she wasn't trying to be a hero. Her morals just happened to be guiding her: the people of Hogsmeade deserved better than burning buildings and missing people. Her morals, however were in great conflict with her own personal lifestyle. Before, she never stayed in one town for more than a day.

Now, the only sense of travel she got were her camping trips; something she always looked forward to. But that was during the full moon, and the promise she made to herself, for Hogsmeade, kept her from wandering off too far. Hangleton didn't seem too far away, if only for an hour or so. She walked through the dark of night, hands in her coat pockets as she traveled down the sidewalk.

As she passed the woman on the bench, she gave an acknowledging nod, preparing to just pass by until she noticed the bottle in the stranger's hand. Pretty large bottle for just one person. "Rough night?" Gail asked as she watched the woman's movements. Gail was calm, but the strong smell of alcohol filled her senses, and a drunk- especially when a stranger- was entirely unpredictable.

Blaire glanced up and saw the woman. Her hood was obscuring her face in the dark shadows and she was glaring at the woman speaking to her. She didn't want to do anything with anyone except kill someone.

"Yes it's been a rough night." Blaire slurred slightly. She could feel herself getting drunker by each passing swig from the bottle and she shouldn't be because this was a bad idea but right now it was her way of dealing with the pain.

Gail glanced around the neighborhood a moment before returning her gaze to the hooded woman. Her gut told her not to turn her back on this stranger, and, for the most part, she didn't. For all she knew, this drunkard could be planning to murder someone tonight and Gail wouldn't have a clue. That was, of course, completely crazy for Gail to even think of. Perhaps this stranger had just lost a bet?

Gail sat down on the bench, on the far side, crossing her arms as she did so. "Is there anything I can do to help?" She would have been more than happy to help escort the woman home. Gail had once wandered off drunk before, so she could relate, though this occasion didn't require any tree climbing experience. And that, she was thankful for. She never did move on from that night- she'd felt too much like a cat stuck up in a tree. Such an unpleasant feeling.

Blaire took a deep breath and tried to calm the feelings swirling in her head. She set the bottle down lightly on the ground and made sure it didn't topple over or anything cause that would be a waste of money on a good bottle. She sighed again and then glanced over at the woman.

"You could get my wand back for me." Blaire said. Her hands clenched into fists and she slammed her teeth together.

Gail quirked an eyebrow as she looked to the hooded woman. It probably wasn't best to ask, but it was better than assuming someone had stolen it, "Did you lose it?" It was unlikely, given the suspicious appearance of the girl, but if she was angry, that could also mean she was dangerous. Gail could take anything this stranger could throw at her, especially if she didn't have a wand; and if she needed to let out some frustration, better on Gail, than any innocent pedestrians out for a night stroll.

Gail wasn't looking for a fight, but she was ready if the need arose. She also had a sense of honor; if this woman didn't have a wand, Gail wouldn't use hers. Or, if it turned out the woman was actually really nice, Gail could make sure she got home okay, and leave it up to the officials to take care of her missing wand.

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