edgar leach WILL be minister of magic. one day. (eisforego) wrote in thesocieties, @ 2010-09-26 14:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, ch: edgar leach, ch: logan snell |
Who: Edgar Leach, Open to other Warrington House residents if they wish
What: Edgar's room has been rearranged.
When: Saturday morning.
Rating: PG-13 (language).
Following the events of Blue Logan, Edgar had certainly not expected his housemate to seek revenge. Thus, seeing no reason to look over his shoulder, he'd lived the rest of his week letting the entire matter slip from his mind. Instead, his time was occupied with essentially learning less than a third year studying Flobberworms in Care of Magical Creatures, continuing his internal debate about resigning and other such matters.
Friday night, for some curious reason, had been a blur. He'd recalled eating dinner and someone passing him a bottle of butterbeer. After which he'd simply felt exhausted and had to excuse himself to crash in his bed before he ended up dropping off to the Land of Nod right there at the kitchen table.
His eyes opened blearily and he raised his head slightly. There was something uncomfortable against his hipbone. Edgar looked down.
Ah. It was his belt. It appeared as though he hadn't bothered changing out of his work clothes. That was unusual. Rolling over to his right, Edgar glanced up at the alarm clock to check the time.
Wait.
Where was the alarm clock?
He sat up, reached up and scratched his head -- still feeling heavy and not entirely knowing why. As far as he could tell, he'd slept like a log last night, which meant that he ought to be feeling refreshed and somewhat more energetic now. Wiping away the sleep from his eyes, Edgar turned to his left. Ah hah! Alarm clock located. Which would have been relieving if it wasn't for the fact that it was on the wrong side of his room. Ditto his bedside table. Ditto his desk. Ditto his wardrobe, his bookshelf, even the curtains on his window were hanging on the opposite side of the room.
Logan. It had to be.
Suddenly alert, Edgar lept out of his bed, made a mad dash for the door, yanked it open and entered the hallway, his bare left foot running into the side of his dresser as he went. Incensed further by the pain, he thumped loudly against Logan's bedroom door. "That's really not fucking funny, Snell!"