Chase smiled slightly and watched his face as he tried to imagine the picture, and she tried to imagine it herself. "A window?" She asked slowly. Imagining a window seat, laying across it with the sheet wrapped around her tightly, showing off her every curve. She blushed hard and looked at him, a small smile on her face. "Never said I thought you were going to poison me, just imagining what And.... what a Gryffindor would think of it.." She said and her eyes went downcast.
She reached out and took the bottle, gulping down the burning liquid as she tried to sear feeling back into her body. It was no use, every time she blinked Andrew's face popped up in her vision. Every time her eyes closed she saw him, angry, yelling at her. She ran her hand through her hair and held the bottle loosely in her hand. She looked up at him and realized the alcohol was affecting her just like it had with Vito the only other time she had had alcohol. It was making him look like Andrew, and her lips itched to kiss him.
"NO!"
Her body was screaming at her, telling her to run away, hide and try to forget about everyone, try to forget her past, or how Elijah would react to seeing the scars that covered her body like grotesque memories of the past. One on her back, that went from her shoulder blade to her hip, and one on her stomach, that connected her hip, and went to about her mid back. Grotesque, and no way to heal them, since they were curse scars. Made one her by the same person, every picture she had taken that ever showed her body, had had those edited out. Simply because they were horrid, and marred her body like some odd mutation.
Chase closed her eyes hard, and felt a few tears leak out, why had he left her? Left her alone to find company with a Sixth Year Slytherin! It wasn't fair, she hadn't done anything to him, she hadn't done anything to Jack. But it was all he fault anyway, everyone always left her, forced to find someone new to cling to. Maybe she could find Danny again one day, try to make it up to him, tell him she was sorry. She winced and looked up at Elijah. "Sorry." She whispered and took another swig of the alcohol. "I keep remembering my past.." She said lightly and shook her head. "Alcohol doesn't help much in that aspect.." She said handing him the bottle. "Got a cigarette though?" She asked softly, her cheeks flushed from the firewhiskey.