RP: One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer Date: September 13th, Year One Characters:Nymphadora Tonks and OPEN Location: Starting on Whitesone Row Warnings: None, at present Public/Private: Public Summary: Tonks wakes up with one hell of a hangover and has no idea where she is. Status: Incomplete
Wow, that voice was like a knife to her brain and she sat up, clutching her pounding head and groaning. What the hell was going on? She was definitely not in her flat, nor was she in her parents house, where she sometimes ended up after a heavy night out. What the hell had happened last night? The last thing she remembered was having Depth Charges at the Leaky and now she was in some strangers house with a rampant headache and a growling stomach.
Well, first things first, she thought as she stumbled out of the bed and located the loo. With that take care off and her face washed she felt a little bit more human, but she'd have given anything of one of those hangover potions she kept in the medicine cabinet in her flat.
"Hello?" she called, but soon groaned again, clutching her head and stumbling a bit. She was not in the mood for games, but if someone else was here, they were not answering her. With a frown she searched the house and found no one. Okay, well, that was kind of weird. There was a fresh pot of coffee on in the kitchen, though, and she helped herself to a cup, sipping it while she wandered through the house. She was a little weirded out by finding that a picture of her parents was on the mantle in the front room, but didn't recognise the street. Was she in London? It sure didn't look like any part of London she was familiar with, but it was a big place.
Well, she wasn't going to stay here and wait around to see which weirdo she'd gone home with last night, nor relive their night as she had no recollection of it at all. Plus, she needed aspirin, badly, so she'd need to find a chemist and soon. With that, she opened the front door and went out into the street.