|marek bobbin is lightly toasted (hekatos) wrote in uprisingrpg,|
@ 2011-07-07 21:22:00
|Entry tags:||chastity montgomery, marek bobbin|
Who: Marek and Chas
What: dinner, with bananas and chickpeas and potentially some ranting involved.
When: Thursday evening.
Where: Montgomery Manor
Warnings: mentions of past violence?
At times, Marek did feel the relaxation and ease of frustration that came with fighting that many people he knew felt, though he had always seemed to feel it to a lesser extent than most of his fellow fighters. (Death Eaters, that was; he had stopped thinking of them that way, since the battle. There was no united Death Eater force anymore.) He felt no relaxation from this particular fight, though. He hurt all over, in a different way than he'd been hurting recently, though the ache of exertion in his muscles was almost certainly due to the fact that he was still recovering from his burns. He hadn't had to move that way since leaving St. Mungo's, for which he was grateful, but it didn't make his first bout of fighting any less of a strain on his body.
Chas wasn't going to judge him, though, so he was headed over to her place anyway, as he'd promised. She would be disappointed in him if he didn't show. Apparently telling a pregnant woman you'd bring her food and then not delivering was a crime, or something. He should probably take note of that, for future reference.
At least he'd gotten much better at Apparating, so even in this state, he made it to her front door in one piece, holding the bag with the food in it under one arm (his fists were too sore from throwing punches). He raised one hand gingerly to knock, and then remembered that she wasn't in this part of the house. He headed around the back, towards the cottage he'd seen but never visited, and knocked on that door instead.