RP: Before the Full Date: 26 May 1999 Characters: Terry Boot Location: His flat, then The Strange Brew Status: Public Summary: Terry reflects on the last day before the full moon. And then he goes to get drunk. Completion: InComplete
Terry shuddered as he swallowed the last of the Wolfsbane potion. The stuff was rancid, but necessary. He just wished someone would invent a nicer tasting version; one that wouldn't cause his stomach to threaten to rebel. Sicking up the potion would negate the use of it entirely, so he breathed deeply until his stomach settled.
He washed the mug out in the sink, and left it to dry on the counter as he paced restless through his tiny flat. He was starting to think that the day before the full moon was worse than the full moon itself. Oh sure, the full moon was filled with pain and terror, but it ahd to be better than the itchiness under his skin, the paranoia and the irritability. Terry hated himself the day before a Full, and today had been no exception.
Unfortunately, managers of hoity toity bookshops didn't take kindly to being called wankers in front of a queue full of customers. Terry would like to say he'd been justified, and perhaps he had been, but his very public firing had so very much not been worth the look on his boss's face. So, on top of facing the full moon, he also had to find a new job. He was already pressed for Galleons, and had no idea where next month's rent was coming from, or even where he'd find the dosh for his potion.
He kicked the sofa on his way by, not even registering the pain. He couldn't stay here, and think of the mess his life was in. He couldn't even go to Michael, his best mate had enough of his own problems, and Terry wasn't going to burden him with these. Not yet, not until Michael had had time to come to terms with his great-grandmother's death, and what it meant for him.
He stomped into the bedroom and pulled on his tightest jeans, and a plain black shirt. His skin was burning even to his own touch, and he needed air. A walk to Diagon Alley would do him just fine, and if he happened to end up inside a pub, well he had a pretty good shot at charming free drinks out of the very pretty bartender at The Strange Brew.
That thought in mind, and a vague plan to finally lose the Dreaded Big V, he locked his flat and headed to the pub.