Chase stood in the corridor on the seventh floor, looking around. She had been here a long time ago, but could no longer find the Room of Requirement, and it wasn't really like she was looking anyway, her mind was to preoccupied on other problems to really concentrate on what she wanted. Andrew... she didn't know why she had said no to him. But she had been so angry, so upset over him leaving her. And her mind was confused with alcohol, well it didn't help that she might have had a few sips of firewhiskey down in the kitchens before coming up here.
She walked the corridors, opening random doors to empty classrooms. How many rooms did one castle need? She wasn't sure, but their castle sure had a lot, a lot more rooms with desks in it then there were subjects to teach. But even then, classes were so spread out it took hard work to get from one class to another without being late. She stumbled down a corridor, and then found a room and walked into it. It was quiet, and dark, and slightly damp, and just what she needed at the moment.
Andrew... he had been there when her parents died, he had been there when Jack stopped talking to them. But.. he had broken up with her for a stupid reason, wanted to get back together with her after she had just kissed Elijah.
Elijah..
Andrew would want to get back together if she ever met him, she knew of it, but Elijah.. he had been there, he had held her in the rain when her mind had broken down from thinking about her family. They had both had horrible colds afterward, but he had held her, rocked back and forth and hummed, listened as she sobbed, spoke, and cried. Had Andrew ever done that? Not that she could think of.. he was horrible at comforting people, and Elijah knew just what to do. But Elijah didn't like her, and she didn't even know what her feelings were for him. He was her best friend, and that's all they would ever be she was sure. He wanted her to be happy, and she felt horrible for making him sad. It was how things were meant to be.
Sure he had kissed her, but he hadn't made an attempt on her after he had seen her break down. He could have easily had her against a chalkboard somewhere after Andrew, but he hadn't, he had made her smile, got her back on her feet, and helped her along in life, helped her petals to regrow somewhat. She felt better.. except when she was like she was now. Tipsy, sitting in an empty classroom, wishing she had a cig and a firewhiskey. Glancing up she realized she DID have some cigarettes at least. She pulled out a small box out of her pocket and glanced around the room. A small window was set against one corner, and she moved to it, opening it up and letting the mustiness of the room wash out, then she lit her cigarette with the end of her wand, and took a deep calming breath.
Andrew would kill her if he saw her now.