RP: You're wrong When: 8 March, 2004 Who: Stamford, Kenneth Where: Kenneth's house Private/Public: Private Rating: Summary: Stamford can't stand anyone telling him he's less than perfect and decides that he'll explain to Kenneth just why he's wrong about this.
As soon as Kenneth left, Stamford went for the bottle. Really, it was a much better friend, never betraying you, always reliable, and that was the real problem, because potion or not, he would have a hang-over the next morning. Alcohol was reliable like that, not like people. He thought Kenneth could be reliable, but instead he turned out to be an arse like everyone else. No, not like everyone else, because people tell him that he couldn't do this and wouldn't do that. They certainly didn't walk out on him. Ever. People knew not to piss him off, because he had power. None of that obvious, in your face show of power, but the real one, the one that got into your life slowly and made it a living hell. That was why people didn't walk out of him.
How dare he?
He was so pissed off that he wasn't sure what the main reason was anymore. He could make a list. He should make a list, and read it to Kenneth. Really, what the hell was the man thinking? Just leaving like that, after Stamford had put up with Kenneth's stupidity. It was unacceptable. It was... Fuck, that he simply would not accept that.
Stamford Apparated without bothering with shoes or jacket. He was lucky that there were no Muggle around, or he'd have to explain what he was doing here to the Obliviators, but even that was minor considering to the real problem, aka Kenneth Towler. He knocked on the door, waiting for the man to open the door, and mentally going through everything he wanted to say, and then some.