Higher than a Kite ((Finn))

[Josephine Bowman S7]

((I'm going to put this as a PG-13 rating due to the reference of drug use and sexual context))


A lazy smirk fell over Josephine Bowman’s lips as her bloodshot eyes landed on the girls present at the Valentine’s Ball. She found the whole thing ridiculous and honestly couldn’t even remember signing up for it…though it may have been during that long night of firewhiskey she’d had with Stephen Donahue not too long ago. Of course most of her nights were filled with firewhiskey now…or filled with some other mind-altering element. Tonight it was not whiskey that had her smirking. No…it was something far better. Her lips twisted up again into a wider smile as her blue eyes lit on the man she assumed was her date as he was the only one left unpaired. Now this was sure to be an amusing night as he was definitely not a Slytherin. In fact Jo knew him from Quidditch, he was a Hufflepuff…something Miles.

Usually it was customary for the man to come find the woman as they were the ones with the names of their dates, but at that moment Josephine was in no mood to be kept waiting. She pulled up from the wall, her black dress clinging tightly to her lithe form…she caught the eye of several men from houses she couldn’t place and her smile widened. Lately she’d taken to being more risky…or sluttish, as some would call it. It didn’t bother her though as she slipped through the other couples until she stood in front of the older Hufflepuff. On a normal basis Josephine probably would have thrown a complete hissy fit to be paired with someone like him, but she was definitely not minding at that point…or at least she was too high to care.

Josephine tilted her head to the side as she raised an eyebrow at Miles. “Weren’t planning on ditching me were you? Cause really Mr. Miles I would have just found you later and tormented you then,” she said with a slow amused tone of voice. It was clearly obvious she wasn’t in her right mind…or more to the point it was clearly obvious she was higher than a kite. Stephen was doing a fairly good job of supplying her with mind-numbing drugs. Anything to keep her from remembering…to keep her from feeling. That’s what she wanted after all…to stop feeling the pain. She slipped her arm into Miles’s. “Aren’t you going to ask me to dance? After all this is a ball…we’re supposed to be dancing…unless you want to do something else.” She smirked devilishly at him as her tongue slid over her lips in a clearly sexual manner. Her blue eyes completely enraptured by the prospect of the situation.

[Finn Miles H7]

Valentine’s Day. Finn actually hated it of all the holidays. An entire day focused on love? What kind of nonsense was that. Love was not all hearts and pretty pink lace. Love was dangerous. Brutal. Confusing. Risky. Unfair. Blinding. And… and perhaps pretty amazing. But still, it was all of those terrible things as well. Finn wasn’t denying that love was good in some ways, but to have a holiday which focused on love without reminding everyone of its downfalls was just a bit unrealistic. Whoever invented the holiday must have been in denial to think that love was so happy and one-sided. And yet, with all of that in consideration, Finn couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have a blind date. He looked forward to social interaction, even if it happened to be in lieu of the holiday centered on love. Surely he could participate without thinking about what Valentine’s Day meant to celebrate. He just hoped he wasn’t paired with some hopeless romantic who was expecting love at first sight. When he had been handed his date’s name though, Finn shoved the piece of paper in his pocket, forgetting to look. Then, he ended up losing the paper, so he came to the event without really knowing who he would be paired with. And, when his date approached him, Finn was fairly certain that he had lucked out. Josephine Bowman was probably the last person who was looking for such love at first sight.

“Ditch you? No way.” He scrunched his brow and shook his head. Finn may have been a bid odd and crazy, but he wasn’t a jerk. “I lost the paper. Wasn’t sure who I was supposed to be looking for. But, looks like you found me.” If he wasn’t mistaken, Jo was seeming a bit out of character. He didn’t know her all too well, but she seemed a bit too…. flirty? Maybe she was just trying to be in the holiday spirit. Finn could do without. Without much noticed though, she had linked arms with him, being quite liberal with body contact. Most Slytherins wouldn’t touch a Hufflepuff so freely. Even if they were being paid to do so.

Dancing didn’t sound like a terrible idea when she mentioned it. But, when Finn looked Josephine in the eyes, he couldn’t help but notice the glassed look that starred back at him. A shiny haze of redness circled around her pupils, and Finn realized almost instantly what was going on. “You’re… you’re high!” he said in clenched whisper. Finn lead Josephine back off of the dance floor and over to a place that was a little more private. He didn’t want the wrong person to realize what state she was in. Though he wasn’t normally a rule-breaker, Finn didn’t want Josephine to get caught. If a prefect or a professor found out, she’d surely get in big trouble. “What were you doing? Or…. better yet, why? Are you trying to get caught? Showing up here at such a public event stoned!” Finn didn’t want to come off as though he were judging her. But seriously, who was daft enough to walk around the Great Hall as high as Jo was right now. “Come with me,” he said, leading her toward the courtyard.

[Josephine Bowman S7]

Josephine smirked coolly at Finn as he went on about losing the paper that had her name on it. She didn’t blame him of course…after all a Hufflepuff and a Slytherin paired together for a night of romance? Yeah that seemed a little unlikely to her as well, she probably would have lost the paper if she had seen his name written on it…of course if she’d been in her right mind at the moment she wouldn’t be linked arm in arm with him walking toward the rest of the students dancing. She didn’t care as it was though…she was far more concerned with not having to remember what Brianna always told her on Valentine’s Day. ”It’s not just about boys JoJo. It’s about the love we have for each other. Remember that okay?”

Jo shook her head, her eyes closing, shutting together hard to try to rid the sound of her sister’s voice from her mind. She didn’t want to hear her voice…not right now, not when the drugs were working so effectively to keep her calm. She pushed it from her mind; shut it back in the little room she’d preserved for her sister and her failures. They were all that was left of the Josephine Bowman that had gone before her…and if she had it her way that door would never be opened again.

Just when they hit the dance floor Finn Miles seemed to understand what was wrong with Jo for he basically jerked her back at his stop, his whispered words making her smile wide. “High?” the smile merely widened. “If only I was more so than I am now…then I wouldn’t be able to have this conversation now would I?” A soft giggle left her lips before Finn was pulling her out of the Great Hall. “Whoops…” Jo said as she tripped over her own heels, only to be held up by Finn. “Heeeeeeey…good catch for a Hufflepuff.” She was grinning from ear to ear now, her eyes glassy and bloodshot…at least that was only slightly noticeable through the narrow slits that they’d become. “Can’t we go back to the ball now? I want to dance. I love to dance. It was one of Brianna’s most treasured joys.” The smile melted from her face the moment she said her sister’s name, but she was cold enough now to not let tears come to her eyes. She was, after all, alone and she very much knew how to handle her emotions by now.