WHO: Lisa Turpin, Morrissey (the Pitt puppy), and Anthony Goldstein WHEN: Three PM, Day 2 WHERE: Outside WHAT?: Shouldn't be too high! WHY?:She turned me into a NEWT! I don't forsee it going above PG13 STATUS: Incomplete
Lisa had had an uneventful first day, and had spent most of it asleep under the influence of calming potions. On her second day, she'd forced herself to bathe and explore. She'd slept through breakfast and hadn't felt ready to go to Lunch... but aside from that she was doing as well as she could be, considering she'd not been aware until she'd arrived that she'd be living with Death Eaters. She'd needed heavy sedation at night before being locked in her room. Today, she was trying to live off the potions (at least until she'd seen the Doctor and had her recommendations). Lisa had been taking a walk with Morrissey, when she'd bent over to re-tie her trainer. Yipping happily at something, the dog ran off...taking it's lead with him.
Lisa finished tying her show hurriedly and took off after him. Bollocks! She was out of shape... which was rather sad for her. Morrissey rounded a corner and Lisa tripped over a rise in the grass. She crashed to the floor with a loud swear and forced herself up, ignoring her scraped knees (now grass and mud-stained beneath her jean shorts). She rounded the corner and stopped dead... someone had Morrissey in his arms and it was the last person Lisa wanted to see. "No..." she whispered to herself, her eyes tearing up as she stared up into the familiar face of Anthony Goldstein. She swallowed and tried to stop her shaking as her heart raced. "Hiya Tony."