Harry Potter (auror__potter) wrote in finnigans_rpg, @ 2014-09-10 01:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: harry potter, character: roger davies, status: complete |
Harry and Roger
Who: Harry & Roger
What: A friendly visit
Where: Roger's flat
When: 10th Sept, early afternoon
Rating: SFW
Status: Ongoing, Closed
Harry had dragged himself out of bed and into the office, feeling like a dozen hippogriffs had run him over. Hangover potions, such as they were, never worked without making him feel sicker than the actual hangover, so he was stuck with Muggle pain killers and a raging headache. He felt like shit, and looked even worse, which probably explained why Savage had taken one look at him and ordered him to take forty-eight hours of personal time. Chernoknizhnik’s death had hit them all hard, but Harry knew he handled loss worse than most people. He took each hit personally, wondering if there could have been anything he could have done to avoid the situation, despite not having been directly involved in this one.
So he'd gone home, tried to get more sleep and called that a failed mission when he just lay staring at the ceiling for an hour, stomach roiling and head pounding as he mentally walked through what had happened. Knowing he would drive himself crazy if he kept this up, he forced himself up and into the shower. He spelled the water as hot as he could handle it, and spent another hour trying to drown himself. The water pressure in the flat was excellent, helped along by a couple more spells courtesy of Hermione's clever wand, and the pounding had eased his headache a fraction by the time he toweled himself dry.
At a loss for what to do next, Harry remembered that Roger was housebound and had requested company. Preferring the little funny little flip his stomach did when he thought of Roger to the churning it did when he thought about Chernoknizhnik, a visit sounded like just the thing to help ease him past the rest of the hangover. Just a friendly visit, he reminded himself as he rounded up whatever he could think of that would amuse the Quidditch player, and then Apparated to Roger's flat. He knocked at the door before he could talk himself out of it, and hoped Roger didn't already have company.