Who: Poppy and Shannon What: Shoppy's Conception? Drinking! Because Poppy does loosen up every once in a while. Where: Poppy's office. When: After Poppy returns to the Hospital Wing. Rating: TBD Status: INcomplete.
If nothing else could be said, at least Poppy's job was never boring. She'd tended to one concussion, a number of scrapes and bruises, one badly sprained ankle, and one fist fight between first years. Then, of course, there was Rin's bird. It hadn't been hard to get back to Hufflepuff, it just had been larger than she'd expected.
Poppy stepped quietly through the hospital wing to her office. She was carrying her large camping lantern with her. The floor of her office was still strewn with different camping supplies she'd yet to pack up - tent and sleeping bag and food supplies and canteen. Her new desk was still clear of anything; she hadn't had the time to put her things on it yet. The sight of the desk made her cringe slightly - she'd really liked her old desk before Keenan had smashed it.
Keenan. There wasn't a better reason to drink. She hadn't thought her job was all that stressful before he'd come along. She pulled out a few bottles of wine and put them on her desk. Poppy took off her robe and hung it up. Underneath, she was wearing a sweater and a plaid skirt to her knees.
She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a corkscrew and a couple glasses. She wasted no time in pouring herself a glass. Maybe she could get drunk before Keenan showed up. Poppy had a feeling the man would be much more tolerable if she wasn't sober.