Miles Bletchley (te_miles) wrote in third_event, @ 2008-11-10 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | * november 2001, - complete, miles bletchley, stephen cornfoot |
RP: I know I've said it before...
Date: Nov 10, 2001
Characters: Miles Bletchley, Stephen Cornfoot
Location: Ministry
Private/Public: Private
Rating/Warnings: --
Summary: Miles needs a potion and doesn’t have any on him.
“Fuck,” Miles muttered as one of the doors to the nearby offices slammed, causing him to wince and his head to pound even more. After a Friday night spent with Stephen he’d spent Saturday working to take his mind off of things, finding he couldn’t dwell on anything when he was really concentrating. Yesterday he’d decided to go to Madrid for the day and had spent the night there, waking up in a strange house and swearing once he’d realised the time.
He’d showered quickly and not even had time to grab a shower before Apparating straight to work, not bothering to change out of his Muggle clothes. He had spare robes in his office and he’d changed into them instantly.
Coffee had been next and Miles had opened his drawer full of potions, swearing loudly when he’d seen than he hadn’t had a Hangover potion with him and that Floot had confirmed that he had none left. He’d told him to go and buy some but that had been half an hour ago and so far there was no new potion on his desk.
He sighed and pulled out a memo sheet, hoping that Stephen was better stocked in potions than himself. Or that he knew somebody that was because Miles really didn’t want to have to go and ask the Aurors yet again.
One thing was for sure, he was never drinking cheap red wine again.
Stephen,
Do you have any Hangover potion?
Don’t fucking laugh. Please I could be dying.
Miles