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[niobebulstrode]

Niobe wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone, literally anyone, but she’d been banking on a Quidditch win to brighten her mood and get her mind off of the past few weeks. The dementor attack still weighed heavily on her mind, and despite her best efforts to push through it. She hardly slept, hardly left her the dungeons once night fell upon the castle. Little noises had her jumping, and she’d wanted that win to fix things so badly. But Lestrange had mucked up the game, Rosier’d been no help... Merlin knew why Niobe was trying anymore.

Desperate for a break, she’d found her way into her brother’s room--thankfully private. His stash was well hidden to anyone who didn’t know where to look, but seeing as she did, she pulled out his good brandy and sat down on the ground by his bed, bottle between her legs. She hadn’t even had a sip when she heard his door open, wiping her hands along her face. “--I just needed a moment.” Her voice was hardly above a whisper, but it wasn’t like there was much ambient noise to disguise it.

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