RP: A Night In Who: Lavender Brown, Susan Bones What: Bitching, probably Where: Lavender's flat, Camden When: Thursday Rating: NSFW - Language
"...and then he started running, which as we both know is my favourite activity in the world ever." Lavender made a gagging noise and finally located where she had stored another bottle of firewhiskey, holding it aloft triumphantly; there hadn't been much left in the bottle that she's already had open, just one slightly stingy measure each. "So I chase him, blah blah blah. He trips over his own bloody feet, falls headfirst into that display of pumpkins outside of Flourish and Blotts, and then starts crying. Apparently he thought I was going to arrest him because he hadn't paid a fine for some Apparation incident a month ago." All Lavender had wanted to do was ask him if he'd seen anything suspicious around Monument Alley.
Lavender sighed, settling herself on the couch next to Susan. "But enough about work. Tell me something interesting."