Who: Graham Pritchard & Seren Fawcett Where: The hotel in Altnaharra, Scotland When: Evening, Tuesday 24th June What: Trying to make Pritch's arm resemble actual flesh again Rating: Pg-13 Status: Closed;Complete
"Imminent danger" were the words Seren thought about when she read over Pritchard's owl again for the name of the town and saw the words "If you're willing to risk it." She shoved that to the side, though, because the mule of a man had put off having an arm so burnt it was blackened healed for at least about twenty-four hours now. She'd complained to herself and to Pique in Welsh as she packed up everything she had that she may or may not need. Stupid, stubborn man. She took a little bit of comfort in the fact he'd be going through pain as a result of his stupidity.
Seren left Pique guarding the Eddas. She'd taken it upon herself to lay on, sit on, or chew on them at all times to keep them under control whenever they were in the house which was most of the time but not all of the time. At least, Seren had thought she'd left Pique there. After finding out where the hotel in Altnaharra was Seren apparated there. She had scrubs on under her robes in case it was simply easier to work that way. After all, Seren didn't know the extent of what she was dealing with yet.
At the desk she'd asked what room Graham Pritchard was in. She'd gotten a very strange look from the old man who'd informed her a Mister Cosmo Knott was their only lodger currently. Cosmo Knott? Sounded like something daft Rabbit would think up. She apologised, claimed she'd had a long day and her mind was on someone else and assured him he was, indeed, there looking for...Cosmo. After receiving something bordering on a glare from the old women she'd thought had been dozing in a chair Seren made her way up the stairs and knocked on the door to room fifteen.