Not Again! (Isaac)

[rebel]

Jasmine followed, sitting across from Isaac. She was dying to know why, but she didn't ask. Invasion of privacy was never her thing. She ordered a butterbeer as well, and donned her hood as well. Seeing some of the witches and wizards there, she knew if she was spotted anywhere without Ryan and with someone else, rumors would flit and float easily through Hogwarts.

[malfoy]

Alright, she hadn't really been invited to come along... And how had Jasmine known where Isaac had disapparated to? For all she knew he could have gone to the Sahara desert. He quickly drained his butterbeer, then went up to the counter and exchanged his favored drink for something a little stronger. A firewhiskey. He sipped it, feeling the liquid sting his throat. Isaac returned to his seat across from Jasmine, not feeling like talking.

[rebel]

Jasmine felt a little awkward being here with her cousins ex. She excused herself and went away, out the door. The warm air hit her face, taking the hood of her head. She shook her red hair, letting it fluff itself out.

[malfoy]

Thankfully, she had left. Isaac brought the glass to his lips and drained it as if he had not had anything to drink for a very long time. Before he had even gotten up, the bartender had come back to his table with another firewhiskey. "Rough day?" asked he. "Yeah," Isaac responded gruffly. "Keep 'em coming."

*two hours later*

The room was rocking like the deck of a ship. Isaac couldn't think or see straight. He'd went and gotten himself drunk again. He hiccuped. The bartender came over. "Look, dude, I'm cutting you off." he said. Isaac pulled out his wallet. "How much, big fella'?" He asked, speech slurred. Before he even opened his mouth, Isaac dumped the contents onto the table (114 Galleons and four Knuts) and disapparated. He found himself back in his room. Without even removing his shoes, Isaac fell back onto his bed and drifted off into a deep sleep.

[rebel]

Jasmine had been wandering around for quite some time now. She had a feeling Isaac had wasted himself and was now at home, so she casually slipped into the Leaky Cauldron, taking the same empty booth she had been in two hours before.

[malfoy]

Isaac woke up, only to find his sheets soaked with blood. He looked at them confusedly, what had happened. The answer took a minute to get up to his brain, but then Isaac realized when he had apparated he had splinched himself. There was a deep wound in his leg that was bleeding profusely. Great. He did his best to drunkenly heal his wound. It worked for the most part, but it left a thick and jagged scar. Isaac didn't care, he fell back asleep on his blood stained sheets once more.