Conscience off, dick on... (coastalong) wrote in afic, @ 2011-07-10 16:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: adrian pucey, character: astoria greengrass, player: dea, player: stacey |
WHO: Adrian and Astoria
WHEN: Sunday Evening
WHERE: Their Flat
WHAT: Honey, he's home... from jail?
RATING: Low
This was- shite. Adrian didn't care that there was blood still on his shirt, and by shirt he meant his kit. There was also a tear, making the neck hang open and loose. He was positive that nothing about him smelled good, how could it after more than twentyfour hours sweating it out in a Ministry holding cell. And for Adrian, the place held absolutely no fond memories. In fact he was fairly certain that his arm started throbbing in response to just being there.
They'd finally let him out though. Not after reminding him of just how thin of ice he was skating on and that his little act of rebellious fighting against good and proper citizens and fans would not go overlooked. There would be no fines or charges against him but he would be made an example, that much was clear to him. He was afterall a marked death eater, an ST and of course pureblooded.
It was well after 8pm when he finally had his wand returned to him and he was able to leave the ministry and apparate home. He worked his way up to his flat slowly, pushing the door open and halfway expecting not to find anyone there. Merlin only knew what Astoria was having to do with all this mess. Probably working herself to death.
"Astoria?" He called out on the off chance she was there.