who: sirius black and mary macdonald where: mary's very tiny flat what: sirius is doing his best not to cheer her up when: afternoon of the 20th rating: low to medium for some interesting curse words status: closed/pending
"Bullocks," Mary snapped as she broke yet another quill. She hurled the broken thing away before pushing herself up off the ground. There had to be a bloody pen somewhere in her flat! Her hands came up and she ran them through her sleep messed up hair, a better part of the morning had been spent sleeping due to the fact she hadn't slept at all last night. Instead she had stayed up rewriting her resume. Even if Professor Dumbledore had mentioned a job, he had never said what. So she held little hope of actually landing a job through him. That meant she needed a back up plan! So that was how she found herself, in the middle of afternoon, still in her over sized sleep shirt and pair of flannel pajama pants. Just because she refused to wear pants as clothing didn't mean she didn't like a comfy pair of flannel pajama pants.
Her search for a muggle style pen lead her to pawing through a drawer in the kitchen. Sweet Merlin, she hadn't realized just how many little things she had! Why on Earth did she have a bottle opener? A slight head shake was given as she tossed the bottle opener on the counter. About the time the bottle opener hit the counter was when a knock came from her door. A tiny yell escaped her, lack of a regular sleep schedule had left her on edge. Slapping a hand over her mouth she forced herself to calm down before walking over to her door.
She warily stood up on her tip toes to peer out of the rather badly made peep hole. Oh. Why was he outside her door? She scowled before undoing the hexes on her door, then she yanked it open roughly.
"If you are here to laugh at me, you can just turn around and go home." Then the next second her cheeks were coloring as she realized she was still in her pajamas. "Oh bloody hell," she stepped aside and quickly motioned him inside. Hopefully none of her neighbors would walk by and see her looking, well, not herself.