Who: Adrian and Emma When: Saturday Night [After his game] Where: Spain What: He doesn't miss her. He's just bored.
Adrian was rather getting bored with what was going on in London. Clint was depressing, Marcus was Marcus and Adrian was annoyed that he was the only one having sex. Of course, that was really his own fault. He could have been having sex and he wasn't and every time he thought about that, he thought about Emma ... who was currently out of the country. After the flood of gifts and floo calls from his Mother and sister on his birthday, the thought of disappearing for a few days didn't seem so bad.
So, not one to go without, he cashed in a few I.O.U's with his contacts at the Ministry in order to find out which hotel Dorny had booked and arrange for a portkey. After their game, he'd hit the shower, gave his excuses to Marcus, and headed home to grab a few things before the Portkey went off. He had to raise an eyebrow when he eyed the hotel they were staying in. It seemed a little too posh for the Ministry, but perhaps Dorny had pulled a few strings. Who was he to judge. It suited his purposes, anyway.
It took a moment to talk the woman at the reception desk into giving him Emma's room number without calling her for approval. Ultimately, he was pleased to know that he could still charm his way into anything. He felt slightly bad about it, but it certainly had it's benefits. When he reached her room, he smirked and knocked lightly on her door.