RP: What next? Who: Cam Warrington, anyone else Where: The Leaky Cauldron When: September 16, 2024 Rating/Warnings: TBA Summary: Cam stops in for a coffee and some worry Status: Public; Incomplete
Cam ran a hand through his hair, scrubbed his stubbly face, and opened his eyes wide. He knew he looked like hell as he sat down at the bar of the Leaky and ordered a coffee, but really, who wouldn't be these days? He had two construction projects going on his own and the owners were suddenly doubling and tripling their requests for security measures. On of the witches - a housewife no doubt - actually asked for a moat. Like, on a castle, a moat. Campbell had wanted to tell her that a moat wouldn't do anything about werewolves, but he'd learned long ago to simply ignore the subject when it came to work. It wasn't a hidden fact that the Warringtons had fallen from grace - Cam had seen to that himself when he'd run off with Sophie, but the name still held respect and his galleons were still just as strong and he found that people were rather glad to just ignore his daughters condition entirely, as much as it shamed him to go along with.
Today, he had met with the husband of the housewife for a frustrating hour before excusing himself from his 'office' entirely. Now he was looking forward to steaming Colombian coffee (or whatever they might happen to have, he wasn't picky) and a good heavy lunch, hopefully to known himself out in a nice coma-like nap for the afternoon. His worry about Maria being at the school - no doubt doubly dangerous for her in her condition and with her lack of status among her classmates - on top of the increase of news about rogue wolves had kept him from sleep for days on end now.
Picking up a menu Cam tried the shake the thought from his mind that had taken over since the last week; what if it had been her?