who ? Padma Patil and Seb Meadowes. when ? Thursday 21st September, afternoon. where ? Morocco! what ? Portkey accidents. warnings/rating ? SFW. status ? Complete.
In the staffroom of Diagon Veterinary Clinic, Padma leaned against the counter as she waited for the kettle to boil. What was supposed to be a routine annual dental clean had revealed signs of oral cancer, and she and the supervising animal healer hadn't had a choice but to remove it immediately, while the dog was still asleep. She'd been supposed to take her lunch break several hours ago, and she'd now moved to that point where she was so far beyond the hunger she didn't really fancy the sandwich in her locker. Instead, she poured herself a cup of tea and sat down at the small table, reaching out to move aside an empty yoghurt pot. At once, she felt the familiar churning of her stomach and the painful tug of a portkey. She just had time to see Abigail open the door to the kitchen before she was gone, stumbling a little on a long rug.
Looking around, it appeared she was in a dark living room and, unless the owners had very exotic taste, probably not in the UK. This was confirmed a moment later when Padma found a hamper on the little table, with a note that said 'Welcome to Fez'. Logically, Padma knew the fat stuffed dates weren't for her, but what harm would it do if one went missing? She'd just popped the date into her mouth when she heard a crack from behind her and whirled around, looking guilty. The last person she expected to see was Seb. "Hi," she said, around her mouthful. "I'm guessing you don't own this place?" Seb hadn't mentioned any property in Morocco, or any connection to Morocco. "In which case, welcome to Fez. Date?" she offered him the bowl, thinking that if he ate one she'd feel better about her own indiscretion.