Who: Roger Davies and Penelope Clearwater When: Monday, late afternoon. Where: Penny's flat What: Penny is a worrier and Roger is... well. Roger. Rated/Status: Might get high for language. Incomplete.
Roger finally turned up at Penelope’s flat about... oh, three hours after he said he’d be there. At first, he wasn’t going to go at all. But then, Penny was one of his best friends and she’d be worried and that was rude. He really didn’t need anyone else pissed at him right now. And it was also awkward with Katie home again. So he’d eventually decided to continue his pity party over at Penny's.
He hadn’t felt like taking the floo, and had quite idiotically decided to Apparate over. The worst night of his life had bled over into the worst day of his life, so what could be worse? What was losing a foot and maybe an arm. Except, he managed not to splinch himself. It was almost disappointing.
He trudged up to Penny’s front door, dragging his duffel behind him. “Penny,” he called, knocking obnoxiously. “Penelope Clearwater I am here to continue killing my liver under your watchful eye. PENNY. OPEN THE DOOR.”