Who: Doc and Doris What: Doc's butthurt in a mood. Bacon Stonehenges and good company are a remedy. Where: The Leaky Cauldron When: Backdated to 20 May - evening before Doris goes to work Rating: PG? Language? Perhaps? Status: Incomplete / in progess
Caradoc, despite thinking he was so untouchable and had such good ideas and was so well-versed in ways, had a lot of growing up to do. He didn't take criticism well, or advice, and didn't like feeling put down. The trouble was, he was put down an awful lot because his ideas were sometimes just plain stupid. He was a stubborn bloke with not a whole lot of guidance in the right direction.
Plus, being rather saddened by the death of one of his favourite muggle band's lead singer - he was in a mood.
Maybe it was a silly thing to be all upset by, and let it spiral outward into other areas of his life, especially considering everything going on in the world. Of course, that also made Caradoc feel foolish and useless, and it was all a big mess of contributing factors to an all around "shite mood," as he called it.
Luckily, Doris had offered to stop by for a visit, granted he make her breakfast for dinner. Caradoc sat in the corner of the inn, a small table by the fireplace, trying to get his mind off of things by. . .playing with his food. That is, charming it to stack into different shapes.