WHO: Wayne Hopkins and Hannah Abbott WHAT: Friendly friendshipness WHERE: Hannah's flat WHEN: Sunday evening RATING: Probably low STATUS: In Progress
The Ministry had released her earlier in the day after getting her checked out through St. Mungo's. The whole night before had been the worst thing Hannah had ever been through and the following morning hadn't been very forgiving either. She was sore everywhere, she felt like she'd been repeatedly run over by stampedes of hippogryffs and it just....hurt. Her head hurt too, though she suspected she might just be a bit dehydrated on that one. And she had a decent amount of slashes and cuts scattered along her body that the Healers had treated the best they could before sending her on her merry way with a 'See you next month' and the muttering of what she could only assume were some bad names. She was growing unusually used to the last part.
Once she'd gotten home, she'd taken enough hot showers to last a normal person a year before changing into some shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt, perfectly happy in the warmth of her well charmed flat. Not wanting to have to look at herself in the mirror more than absolutely necessary for fear of crying, she'd quickly charmed her hair dry before pulling it back into a messy bun, just wanting to be as comfortable as she could get for the day before returning to work the following night. Honestly, with the level of Werewolf hate that seemed to be going around the area, she was surprised she even still had a job.
She'd planned on just having a quiet day to herself for...reflection or...something...when she'd began talking to Wayne in the journals. She wasn't sure how she felt about him saying he was coming over but it didn't appear that she'd be able to change his mind about it. Though, if she was honest with herself, it would be nice to have someone with her. She just hoped she didn't cry too much. And while normally she'd be worried about someone seeing her in her current scratched up state, she knew that she could count on Wayne to not judge her. That was the thing about truly good friends - they loved you unconditionally. She closed her journal with a small sigh as she waited for him to arrive, not really sure how the rest of the day would go but getting the distinct impression that she'd end up an emotional wreck by the end of it.