Terrence Higgs (te_terrence) wrote in third_event, @ 2008-11-05 16:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | * november 2001, - complete, malcolm baddock, terrence higgs |
RP: Where am I?
Date: 5 November 2001
Characters: Terrence, Malcolm
Location: St. Mungo's
Private/Public: Semi - Private (If any of his friends wants to come and see him, they are welcomed.)
Rating: --
Warnings: None
Summary: Things don't go as well as Terrence hoped at work
It had been a simple - or as simple as things were lately - operation. Go in, ask questions, see if they know anything about the Dark Lord and get out. Simple. Routine. Except nothing went the way it was supposed to. They should have known when no one opened the door and they had to break in. They should have known from the strange smell coming from the inside. They should have known from the shivering people walking around, looking for something. They should have known that they were walking into a potion lab. A very illegal potion lab making very illegal potions.
They should have known, but they were all too tired and overworked. They should have known, but they didn't realise it until they broke in, wand blasting, only to find themselves surrounded. Experience kicked a little too late, reflexes slowed down by fatigue. Hexes began flying, and then all of a sudden, everything went black for Terrence.
He woke up, groggy, trying to figure out where he was and why he felt like a hippograff and used him as a badger. The neon lights in the room were pretty distinctive. St. Mungo's. "Fuck," he murmured. His mom would kill him for this. He wondered how long before she'd come down to yell at him, hopefully until after they feed him some pain potion.