Cormac McLaggen (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} macmclaggen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2015-03-15 18:30:00 |
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So, spent the night at Mungo's regrowing a broken wrist. Note to parents: your children are obviously more than welcome in my shoppe, I love to see them in and they love the things we sell, but please keep them under your feet when you visit, instead of under mine, will you? Tripping over a toddler and trying to catch myself and make sure the little cherub doesn't get hurt in the meantime does not make for a graceful fall. At least she got out without a scratch.
Skell-o-grow still tastes like utter shite, for those who were wondering.
Sorry for closing the shoppe earlier yesterday, but, you know, when Healers tell you to floo right over, you floo.
[Warded to Lavender] -- Between the two of us, we're quite a pair these days. Of course, all mine took was a nasty cup of warm you-know-what. Can I bring you dinner tonight? Take away and wine and being utterly lazy?