MCA #0 [Monday Night]
It had really not been a great day. Whatever Umbridge had done to him, it didn't seem to be wearing off at all. He'd even tried drinking all sorts of liquids in an effort to make his throat feel somewhat better, but that didn't help much. And because it hurt to talk, he couldn't exactly *call* Xander and explain what had happened. He'd have to do it in person. Of course this meant breaking the same rule that he's currently being punished for breaking before.
Which is why he's knocking at Xander's door come evening time. Only there's no answer. After waiting what he deems a sufficient amount of time, he opens the door using the key Xander had given him a while ago.
"Xander?" he calls out loud as he enters the apartment. And then immediately regrets it as his throat starts hurting worse again. An inspection of the apartment reveals that Xander is most definitely not there. So with a pitcher of water and the television turned on and showing something random, he curls up on the couch and sort of half pays attention to the screen as he waits.
[ooc: for he who owns the apartment that was modded with permission.]
Which is why he's knocking at Xander's door come evening time. Only there's no answer. After waiting what he deems a sufficient amount of time, he opens the door using the key Xander had given him a while ago.
"Xander?" he calls out loud as he enters the apartment. And then immediately regrets it as his throat starts hurting worse again. An inspection of the apartment reveals that Xander is most definitely not there. So with a pitcher of water and the television turned on and showing something random, he curls up on the couch and sort of half pays attention to the screen as he waits.
[ooc: for he who owns the apartment that was modded with permission.]