WHO: Eva and George WHEN: Monday Evening WHERE: George's flat WHAT: Consequences and sticks RATING: ?
The brown paper bag in her purse weighed a ton. In reality it probably wasn't more than a few ounces but it certainly felt as if all the weight of the world was pressed into the simple brown paper and slim cardboard. Inside the small packaging though held potentially life changing plastic. Or so she was led to believe. Eva had spent a great deal of time in the muggle world but she had always been careful when it came to this sort of thing. Taking her potions long before she became too numb to the world to think otherwise. But there had been something of a laxness that had happened when the only person she was sleeping with was the only person she was getting fucked up with.
A lesson apparently being learned the hard way.
She'd never been terribly regular, in large part due to what she put her body through on a regular basis. But this long... she couldn't recall every being this irregular. It was absolutely terrifying. She felt like a little girl again who didn't know up from down and certainly didn't know what to do. Some small part of her wanted to run to her mother even if she had burned that bridge ages ago.
She wasn't going there though. She was trudging, albeit quickly, down Diagon toward George's shop. She wasn't so distracted as to not look over her shoulder repeatedly. It wasn't dark yet but that didn't mean she didn't have the fear of god in her with Greyback still on the loose. Her teeth were busy worrying a hole in her lip as she approached the door, hesitating just for a moment before knocking quietly. She hoped Natalie was already in bed, she should have waited a little bit later but she couldn't risk being out after dark and she couldn't sit around her flat with the bag glaring at her either.