She had decided to stay but in a wild attempt of forgetting her other stresses, elected to get exceptionally drunk to rationalize herself. pouring more wine periodically down her throat in a lazy, lethargic attempt at redemption. She had vacated to the garden to fire spells at birds, to smoke, or scream at herself in a wild, blind rage for a minute. Eventually she drove herself to exhaustion from her own aggression, beginning to find her way back through the house. The dark haired witch found herself coming to sleep in one of the many, many bedrooms in the Manor. Her head hit the soft pillows, closing her eyes in a weak attempt to fight the nauseous spinning. Slowly, her mind fell to rest in a peaceful sleep.