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!status: complete, ^date: november 08 2003, character: adrian pucey, character: percy weasley

Who: Percy Weasley & OPEN
What: Getting very, very drunk, because it's so much better than sleeping
Where: The Hog's Head, Hogsmeade
When: November 8, 8:30 AM
Rating: possibly NSFW for drunk talk and cursing

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Last night had been the worst night yet.

He'd been awoken by that dream again, cutting off fingers, hearing pleas... and when he woke up, all he could hear was Penelope's voice in his head, crying instead of the woman in his dream. If he dreamt it, she must have dreamt it too - at least by Lavender's logic, which Percy could not yet counter. He felt guilty, as if his having the dream is what caused Penny to have it, and thus to cause her pain yet again.

He'd then dragged himself to his kitchen and taken out his bottle of firewhiskey, which unfortunately only had one glass worth in it. He'd drunken what was there then gone in search for more, but his cupboards were bare of alcohol. He hadn't had much to drink in a couple of years, just the occasional glass, so it hadn't been an urgent matter to replace his supply when it had gotten low. He regretted that immediately.

He tried to go back to bed, and had finally succeeded in sleeping. Unfortunately, this second bout of slumber had been interrupted just like the first. This time, however, it was by a different dream, but one that was much more familiar. This time, it was Fred.

By this point, the sun had risen, and Percy was desperate for anything to take his mind away from the dreams. He'd pulled on a set of robes over his pyjamas, a fedora to cover up his bed-head, and Apparated away to Hogsmeade to the one place he knew he could find solace in the form of alcohol at this time of the morning.

The Hog's Head.

There were a couple of regulars in the inn, who had likely been there all night, and Aberforth was behind the bar. Percy made a beeline for his friend, who took one look at him and shook his head.

"Isn't it too early for you to be here?"

"I need a drink," he said plainly, pulling out his coin purse and opening it.

"No," Aberforth refused, slamming a hand down on the counter.

"Yes," Percy insisted, dropping a number of coins down that even Aberforth could not refuse. The man sighed and looked as if he were waging an inner war, but in the end, it was one Percy would win. A glass was pulled up and slammed onto the counter, quickly followed by a bottle of firewhiskey. Aberforth lifted the bottle to start pouring, but Percy placed his hand over his friend's. "The whole bottle."

Aberforth grumbled and put down the bottle. Percy picked it up, along with the glass, and retreated to a corner of the inn where he could drink in peace. Within half an hour, 3/4 of the bottle was finished, and he was well on his way to not even remembering his last name, let alone what he'd dreamt the night before.