RP: A healer walked into a bar Date: 24 April 1999 Characters: Roger Davies, Hannah Abbott Location: The Leaky Cauldron Status: Semi-private Summary: Roger picks up something suitably unhealthy on his way home from work. Completion: Complete
Abancourt's unexpected death had weighed heavily on Roger's mind since the occurrence, and today's loss of a young child who'd had a bad case of dragon pox that went untreated for too long ('I thought it was just bug bites!' the mother had wailed), had put Roger in a foul mood. It seemed all of a sudden nothing made sense.
Abancourt had been healthy enough - he just hadn't woken up one morning. It'd been so suspicious that Roger had ordered an autopsy. The results weren't back yet, but magical autopsies never took that long. Morgue must be a bit backed up. Magical folk had had a run of bad luck lately, it seemed. None of it made Roger rest any easier at night.
Rubbing his eyes and knowing that if he went home, Tippy would whip up something healthy for him on his mother's orders, he stumbled into the Leaky. He'd get a packet of fish and chips to go and eat them in the privacy of his couch. He'd taken to staying in whenever he could - his luck he'd run into one of the fugitives or some such. None had contacted him yet, fortunately, but he kept scanning the papers for news that Pelham had been captured.
He slid onto a stool at the bar and waited for the barmaid to notice him. He blinked then. The girl looked familiar - he'd seen her at St. Mungo's, he was quite sure. Now what was her name?