Who: Colin and OPEN (also open to several people, don't be scared!) Where: Diagon Alley When: Following Colin's dentist appointment Status: Incomplete, low rating (I expect)
Shite bloody bollocks hell arse...
That fucking hurt! Colin took a couple of tentative steps out of Dr. Dolder's office, as if his swollen gums might somehow affect his walking. On realizing that the jawbone isn't connected to the foot bone, he set off at a brisk stride in the direction of his favorite pub, The Mission.
"Your lunch, you are planning to have it soon, yes?" Dolder had asked him in his thick (and annoying) Swiss accent. Colin had tried to stare him down, but Dolder seemed incapable of recognizing a death glare when one, well, stared him in the face.
"Yesh," Colin answered, then winced at how he sounded. Bloody novocaine. Dolder had forbidden magical-only treatments to fix Colin's rotten tooth, so a numb jaw and a power tool were the order of the morning.
After staggering through another minute or so of the Swiss Sadist's lecturing of what Colin could and couldn't have (though Colin planned to ignore all of this), the young blond man retreated from the sterile smell of the dentist's office.