theocracy (theocracy) wrote in regulation, @ 2008-07-17 16:25:00 |
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Current music: | "Novacane"- Beck |
Who: Harry Potter, Charlie Weasley
What: Harry and Charlie clean the crack out of Harry's old flat. Literally.
When: July 17, 2008, evening
Where: Base 18, Royal arsenal in London
Rating: PG-13 for drug presence, language
The bin had devoured an odd assortment of prescription bottles, needles and loose pills in the past hour or so and was now coughing feebly in the kitchen. There was a slightly bad smell left over from when the dead greyhound, Dr. Faustus, had been found by the landlady a few weeks before, but Harry had opened all the windows to air the apartment. The bathroom and kitchen were finished, as was the living room, and as Harry wracked his brains trying to remember each small stash he'd hidden away, he headed for the bedroom, searching pockets in the shirt pockets and jackets in the closet, checking the mattress for split seams where he might've shoved something under the quilting. He even opened muggle pens and shook them out over a desk, some of them yielding wide powder onto his desktop.
Harry had not dared to meet Charlie's eye for most of this.
Once the bedroom was cleared out and Harry was feeling satisfied, he walked back to the bin with one last packet of coke in his hands. Lifting the lid of the trash, he peered into the bottomless hole that it was- one of the few magical items in his kitchen, something he'd brought for this purpose since it would look very weird to haul out to the curb a Muggle trashbag full of hard drugs, the sight gave him pause.
The amount of money he'd just poured into the coughing and aggravated bin was beginning to dawn on him.