OWL: to Miles from Verity
Date: 9 February 1999 Characters: Verity O'Shea Location: the skies Private/Public: Private Rating: TBA Warnings: - Summary: Verity has to beg forgivness and extension.
Verity's head was pounding. She was fairly certain he'd give her right leg for a hangover potion about now, but she was fresh out and there was no breathing room n her budget (or what flimsy excuse for one she had) to buy potions that weren't a dire need.
Actually, it may just have been a dire need.
Jaques was whining and licking her face and she knew she needed to feed him.
She'd just gotten home though- and it was bleeding early. She wasn't exactly positive where she woke up but she was definately with George and there were bits and peices of the previous night that seemed to present themselves in an odd order along with the strangest senesation that she had been dreaming. Confused and a little nervous, Verity aparated home before anyone else had risen.
One thing was for certain, she was in no shape for Moraco. Despite her throbbing head and churning stomach she penned a less-than-tidy owl to Miles, begging forgivness.
My Darling Miles,
I know that I am a wretched friend and you likely don't even want to see me any longer. I swear I didn't stand you up at the pub. Of course, I'm joking, darling. Who could really want that anyway?
I know how much you love me and so I just know you won't mind postponing our little outing until Sunday, would you? I find myself feeling a little under the weather today and much inneed of a vacation and would be such a spoil sport for our first day in Monaco. What fun would that be?