Who: Susan and Hannah What: ... late night hanging out. Or something. When: Early Monday morning 31 March Where: Kitchen of their house Rating: Medium for triggery content? Status: Locked // in progress
Susan was weary. There was no other word for it. This crazy magic had not only brought in people she thought she'd never see again, particularly You-Know-Who, but situations she thought she had under control. The nightmares and insomnia were particularly bad again. Anxiety and shot nerves. Turning and seeing him killed in front of her, every time she closed her eyes...
She sat up in bed, rubbing her face and sighing heavily. Here we go again, she thought. She didn't want to have to rely on calming potions to help her sleep. She didn't want to have to be dependent on them. She didn't want to have to write in her journal, either, and then scribble out a bunch of things she didn't want as public consumption. She was tired, oh so tired, but she didn't want to see all of that again. But tea might help.
Susan made her way down to the kitchen, intent on finding some chamomile or other sort of tea that would maybe calm her nerves some. Idly, she wondered if there was firewhisky or some other sort of spirit she could enhance it with. She was just going through the cupboards when she turned around and found Hannah there. She yelped slightly and put a hand to her chest. "Merlin, you gave me a fright," she said, breathlessly, before smiling easily at her friend. "I was just making some tea. Would you like some?" No big deal that it was the middle of the night and both of them were here, right?