SABRINA
The scent of fresh flowers and fresh perfume wafted through the air, mingling with the taste of Moonlight Fizz, a champagne made with rare Moonpetal flowers and canapes.
So, this was the stellar True Bash.
The soft strains of a jazz quartet filled the air. Almost all of the True class students from all the years were here in the common room that was transformed completely with magic so that it resembled nothing less than a grand ballroom.
"One sip won't hurt!" Aprialla shoved a Bordeaux glass at my direction that contained the Moonlight Fizz.
I stared down at the silvery liquid in the glass. "You are already aware that I do not drink."
The Moonlight Fizz wasn't the strongest drink out there. But it was enough to take over a non-drinker. "Besides, I am a minor." I reminded her.
I was 16 and drinking was legal only at the age of 20 in Elowyn.
"So what? I am 17. Look around, no one cares. All the minors are gulping it down." Aprialla gestured to the students all around the capacious common room.
As for someone who started drinking as soon as she stepped into her teenage, a sentence like that could be envisioned escaping her mouth.
"Quit attempting to convince me. I can divulge about your drinking habits to uncle and aunt." Her parents would never envision their daughter being a drunkard.
Aprialla frowned.
"Look at how sad you've made her. You could've gulped down a sip." Isabelle spoke up from beside me, seated on the couch. "Fancy coming from someone who despises the proximity of alcohol." I snapped.
Isabelle just shrugged.
"Quit coercing her, April." Princess Irene appeared before us with a scowl. "But-" Aprialla started but was cut off by Irene. "If she doesn't seek to turn into a drunkard like you, it's good for her."
"I am not a drunkard!" Aprialla whined.
"I propose we depart to go dance with some debonair princes." Irene hauled Aprialla to her feet. "You are aware that I have a boyfriend, aren't you?" Aprialla chugged the Moonlight Fizz she had brought for me down her throat.
"Then go grab a princess or something. The females fancy you anyway." Irene rolled her eyes. She then turned to me.
"Just wolf this Mystic Mead down and pretend to be drunk if you don't desire to be categorized as a nerd. Everyone is drinking." She snatched the Bordeaux glass from Aprialla and poured another silvery liquid into the glass and handed it to me.
She probably passed the nerd comment to Isabelle.
Mystic Mead is a non-alcoholic drink that resembles Moonlight Fizz in appearance.
"This…. was nice of you." I stared down at the glass and then at Irene. A little too nice to be specific. "Trust me, I am not as diabolic as much as I am rumoured to be." She then dragged Aprialla towards the dance floor.
It wasn't entirely erroneous. Irene is mostly abusive towards the Partials and Pretentious. "I wouldn't drink that if I were you." Isabelle leapt to her feet and departed somewhere.
Why?
This is just Mystic Mead…right?
Its not like Irene would intend to poison me. Isabelle is just petulant as Irene indirectly labelled her as a nerd and she couldn't snap.
I gobbled the Mystic Mead.
It wasn't Mystic Mead.
Though Mystic Mead resembled the Moonlight Fizz externally, it was drastically distinct in taste. However, what Irene handed me tasted exactly like the Mystic Mead.
Hence, it took me a while to realise that it wasn't Moonlight Mead. It took me hours to be specific. The bash went on through the night and I realised that I hadn't swallowed Mystic Mead halfway through the party as the alcohol began to capture me.
And it was the most embarrassing moment of my life.
It took me events including shoving Kristian and a girl aside on the dance floor to perform ballet (Kristian ended up with a long-term stain of some berries on one side of his face), push Perseus off his chair and make out with it, smacking Amias, my crush, a Partial from our grade, performing a backflip and accidentally kicking Pristine, ramble to Benjamin, Shanon and Angus about something I cannot recall and ending up vomiting in the dorm bathroom.
I passed out in the bathroom alone.
I woke up with the worst headache I have experienced in my entire lifespan of 16 years. I pushed myself off the ground and stumbled out of the bathroom. It was 4 a.m. It was too early to get up and too late to sleep.
I don't anticipate this cruel headache to let me sleep.
Unfortunately, it was too early for breakfast and unless you are an Aerofence player going for practice, the students are barred from exiting their common rooms before 6 a.m.
I groaned out.
It was still a little dark. But luminated enough for me to be cognizant of Isabelle and Scarlette sleeping in their beds. These solipsistic people didn't even bother to bring me to bed.
Sighing, I dragged my feet out of the dorm room through the hallway to the common room. The room reeked of a foul odour with crystal glasses shattered and Moonlight Fizz's empty bottles lying around, marble floors stained with spilled food, drink and heel marks, priceless artworks tilted and some seniors passed out on couches, chairs and floors.
The maids are going to have a laborious task to clean this mess. The fume of the Moonlight Fizz itself is making me retch.
I yearn some fresh air. I glanced at the common room's balcony. I spotted a senior Prince passed out beside the door leading to the balcony. Our dorm room had a balcony as well. But the one a little away from the entrance of the common room was at closer proximity.
And I was a slacker.
I walked over to the door and grasped its handle and pushed it to exit the common room. But I just collided with someone.
I stumbled a step back. My head throbbed even more.
"Sabrina, are you alright?" A familiar voice calmly questioned. I tore my attention away from my sore head. It was Kristian, looking as fine as always with a perfect face, perfect hair and classy attire. He was someone worth hitting on if he wasn't a friend's ex-boyfriend.
"O-oh yes I am, my head is just aching from the hangover." My voice escaped lower than I had intended. "Where are you back from this early in the morning?" I added.
A flush lingered his cheeks.
"Ended up in someone's arms after the party." He scratched the back of his neck. Indeed. Definitely made sense. "Were you not courting Princess Patricia?" I questioned.
"Let her remain in sweet oblivion."
"So, you've began cheating now?" I raised a brow. Kristian shrugged. "You might end up drowning while attempting to sail on two boats." I warned him. Though, I doubt it will bear any effect on him,
"Where are you headed to?"
He ignored my advice. "I yearn some fresh air." I responded. Kristian abruptly stepped aside and bowed, gesturing at the unsealed entrance. He lifted his head to look up at me.
"Please. Do not let me engage you." He flashed his renowned charismatic beam.
No wonder ladies are smitten so easily by him.