relocated Who | Adrian, Miles, Clint, brief appearance of Elizabeth Pucey (NPC) When | February 2nd, Mid Afternoon Where |Pucey Manor What | Adrian has boobs. The boys want to mock him. Rating | PG, language Status | Closed. Complete.
That morning Adrian had been woken by soft strands of hair brushing across the side of his neck. Now, normally, this wouldn't have given him any cause to panic. It certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd woken up beside a warm a body with pleasing curves. That morning, however, he'd been granted with images of the night before .. of having a drink or two with Roslyn over at the Leaky. Linking the two things together, his eyes had snapped open and he'd jerked up in bed only to sigh in relief when he didn't find the youngest Bletchley beside him. Fucking hell. Miles would have killed him ... and he wasn't risking that for something he couldn't even remember. Oh no, he'd want to remember something like that.
His relief, however, didn't last long as he realized that the hair had moved with him, shifting to brush against the middle of his back. More importantly, his entire body felt wrong. It only took one glance down to figure out the problem, long blonde locks falling over his shoulder to brush against a pair of breasts he was pretty sure he hadn't had when he'd fallen asleep. He supposed if you're bound to wake up one morning with something foreign on your body ... a pair of breasts is not so bad, considering. Adrian still wasn't happy, however, as he shifted and realized he'd swapped certain things for said breasts. Bloody fucking hell. He was going to murder someone.
Making a few adjustments to his own clothing, he'd apparated over to Roslyn's to see if she'd woken up any different. The only thing the trip confirmed for him was that something had happened at the Leaky the other night and that Adrian greatly preferred when Roslyn was the beautiful one and he was't looking at an almost carbon copy of Miles. Only after promising her (or him?) that he'd let her know if he heard anything about the problem, did he head directly to the Manor. The house elf he had startled apparating looked like it's eyes were about to pop out of it's head as he tore through the east wing of the manor until he reached the set of rooms that belonged to his sister.
"Sorry, Sis," he muttered, digging around in her closet until he found something suitable to wear. Thank Merlin they seemed to be about the same size. The jeans he'd found had needed a slight size adjustment, but in the grand scheme of things, he could handle that. Once he was dressed, he spent half an hour standing in front of the mirror and frowning. He had to admit he was alright as a girl. Bloody short as hell, but alright. Still, he wasn't at all looking forward to showing his face down in the sitting room.
He'd had good reason to be concerned, as the moment he'd stepped into the room both his Mother and Clint had turned to look at him, their eyes going wide at the sight of him. He looked enough like his Mother that it wasn't really that hard to figure out what had happened. At his muttered, and slightly embarrassed greeting, the two had proceeded to burst into fits of laughter ... all at his expense. Glaring at the two of them, he'd moved to flop down on the chaise with a Victoria-esque pout, which only set them laughing all the harder. His own Mother was laughing at him.
"It's not bloody funny!" he'd snapped, his arms crossed over his new chest. They continued to chuckle until Elizabeth had told him that he shouldn't frown in such a manor, after all he now had nicer hair than even Clint. That had perked him right up and he'd even laughed at the smirk the woman had shot at Clint.
After tea, Elizabeth had excused herself, a small chuckle escaping her as she paused behind her son's chair. Smoothing down his hair, she leaned forward and placed a kiss to his head before continuing on her way out with the final comment of "Your sister will be saddened to know that she missed seeing you, dear," which, of course, meant that Victoria was going to get the whole story the moment Elizabeth had the chance to write her.
With a groan, Adrian sank further down into the chair.