InsaneJournal

It had been a slow Monday.  When one didn't have a normal job of the nine-to-five variety, Mondays were not a dreaded return to the rat-race.  For Orsino, it usually meant eating leftovers from last night's dinner for breakfast, maybe working on some music, and, for the past week, taking Seven for an hour long walk.  Actually having something scheduled for that evening was a strange feeling.  If he did anything with any of the other Weird Sisters, it was usually a spontaneous occurence.  Such as the night they'd spent drinking at Gid and Merton's (and Heath's, now) last week.  Considering the circumstances, Orsino hadn't lasted long, dozing off in mid-conversation after much less alcohol than he usually managed. 

He didn't anticipate this night ending similarly.  For one thing, he doubted alcohol would be involved - he'd accidentally left most of his own at the house in Ireland, with the exception of the scotch that had been glued to his hand all night.  And he rather hoped none there wouldn't been too much dwelling on the latests goings on in the Ministry, though he supposed it might inveitably come up briefly.  Still.  This was certainly a strange situation.  As far as Orsino understood, he was going to the flat Penny shared with Oliver, with an orange crate, so that they could hug.  Who in their right mind made plans like that?  He wasn't even sure why he'd sent that owl the other day, and wondered if perhaps he'd still been drunk.

In any case, Orsino liked Penny well enough, and had enjoyed their interactions over the past few weeks.  He'd warmed to her much more quickly than he usually did, probably because they already shared friends.  She was a bit odd, sure, but when he compared that with some of the other people he knew...well, she wasn't so bad.  So, after feeding Seven and letting her out for a while, he snatched up the crate from where it was resting near the coffee table and stood in the hearth, preparing to floo over to Oliver's.  It had been a while since Orsino had used the Floo network, and when he gave the location and threw the powder to the floor, he was mildly taken aback by the sensation. 

He arrived almost as soon as his own flat had disappeared and only just managed to keep himself from stumbling out of the fireplace, into Penny and Oliver's living room.  It was...well, he wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but he supposed it fit.  Orsino dropped the orange crate onto the floor next to his feet.

"Hello?"