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hopalongcharlie ([info]hopalongcharlie) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-04-22 12:26:00
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RP: Legs out from under me
Who: Charlie and Theo
What: A small accident
Where: Monument Alley
When: Wednesday 22nd April
Rating: NSFW - Swearing



When Wednesday had dawned a bright day (not that Charlie had been awake to see dawn, but he had discovered it when he woke up) Charlie had decided that it was the day to once ore don his prosthetic in public. He'd worn it a little around the flat over the last couple of days and hadn't felt any discomfort beyond what was normal so it was about time. He'd have to owl Stacey later in the week to ask her when was best to get his photo taken for her book, but for now he'd decided on the long route to the club for his usual bookkeeping duties and had come via a walk down Diagon Alley. He was also planning to call into the bakery and ask if they could set aside a cake for him to share with his staff as a thank you for their extra hard work while he was back on crutches. He'd planned to wave at one of his brothers through the WWW window, maybe pop in and say hi if they weren't busy, but neither could be seen through the window as he passed.

He'd passed a few paused places but bought nothing which would account for the fact that as he turned the corner into Monument Alley he found himself off balance. It was probably just an effect of spending several long weeks on crutches and becoming used to the extra level of support again, but he didn't have time to realise that as he misplaced his prosthetic foot, at an angle one one of the cobbles, and he tried to right himself like the experienced Quidditch player he was. Sadly it was all for naught and with a loud "Shitfuck!" he headed sideways towards the pavement, arms windmilling for balance rather than to protect himself.



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