WHO: Adrian Pucey and Daphne Greengrass-Potter WHEN: Tuesday, July 1, 2002 (at 6 o'clock!) WHERE: The Leaky Cauldron WHAT: Adrian needs moral (*snicker*) support RATING: PG-13 for language, I'm sure STATUS: Closed/In Progress
Though he'd tried playing it off as though he didn't care too much for their little meeting, Adrian really was in desperate need of the company. The fact that the legislation had just been enforced several weeks ago was bad enough-- but now the fucks at the Ministry had paired him off with Millicent Bulstrode, of all sodding people. Of course, he was saved by the fact that they weren't mandated to live with one another or consummate the marriage, and that she had opted to not take on his last name.
But still, in the very near future, they'd actually be related to one another. Only as a legal formality, but still. The very idea of it all made him cringe. Made him drink, too. Something he'd done very well to stay away from until the events of last night.
"Stupid fucking cow," he muttered, then slid his glass forward for another much-needed refill as he waited for Daphne to show.