Who: Rolf Scamander and Bill Weasley (though also open to anyone who might go wandering through) What: unexpected breakfast Where: The warehouse When: Monday, early morning Rating: I don't even ;)
Sunrise was about the only time that the warehouse didn't feel full of activity. Bill liked waking at those times, liked being one of the few people that milled inside the cavernous interior before the rest of the world followed. After the events of the last full moon, he felt even more that he needed some sort of solitude. He was starting to feel that the rebels were losing the war and while he couldn't blame anyone for it, he blamed himself for giving up his daughter to the cause.
Those morose thoughts in his mind, he stumbled toward the kitchen, hoping for a cup of tea to clear his head. There had to be some action he could take, even if he didn't know yet what that was. Some action other than fucking up.
Sure enough, as he neared the makeshift area they called a kitchen, he heard the sound of pans rattling. He wasn't the first to have the same idea. Maybe talking to someone will get me in the right frame of mind, Bill thought, wandering into the kitchen space.
Then he stopped.
And blinked.
Rubbed his eyes and blinked.
"Uh, Rolf?" Bill coughed. "I don't think anyone ordered sausage for breakfast."