Liquid confidence, anyone?
Week Name/Date/Time: 'Summer '06' / August 6th, 2006 / 11:10 am.
Location: St Mungos
Open To: Marcy
Currently Involving: Faolan McFinn
Oh lord.
Oh lord.
Was he actually going to do it?
Somewhere behind him, a happy voice with a pleasant Irish lilt was teasing him, asking him if she should polyjuice up and just do it for him. Bugger. No no, he'd do it. He really would! He was a man, after all! At least that's what Inner Folly kept insisting, smirking at him from the inside and calling Faolan out on his short-comings. You haven't been on a date since.. well, nations have been born since last you were, the little voice inside him cheekily called out.
He could do this. And do it well.
Hopefully.
"Er... Marcy, um, Doctor.. Doctor Hourigan, if you would," he said to the tiny, grandmotherly lady sitting at the front desk.
He could totally do this.
Faolan cleared his throat and reached up, nervously tugging at the collar of his trench as he waited. Apparently having Fi for the week meant one was apt to doing daft things just because she said they should. Really, how did the school even still exist with her in it?! He could see her going about and, in her persuasive little way, convincing the very walls themselves to collapse for her and her alone. She rarely used her talents for good. Because of that, he was sure that this little 'adventure' would be No Good At All.
Location: St Mungos
Open To: Marcy
Currently Involving: Faolan McFinn
Oh lord.
Oh lord.
Was he actually going to do it?
Somewhere behind him, a happy voice with a pleasant Irish lilt was teasing him, asking him if she should polyjuice up and just do it for him. Bugger. No no, he'd do it. He really would! He was a man, after all! At least that's what Inner Folly kept insisting, smirking at him from the inside and calling Faolan out on his short-comings. You haven't been on a date since.. well, nations have been born since last you were, the little voice inside him cheekily called out.
He could do this. And do it well.
Hopefully.
"Er... Marcy, um, Doctor.. Doctor Hourigan, if you would," he said to the tiny, grandmotherly lady sitting at the front desk.
He could totally do this.
Faolan cleared his throat and reached up, nervously tugging at the collar of his trench as he waited. Apparently having Fi for the week meant one was apt to doing daft things just because she said they should. Really, how did the school even still exist with her in it?! He could see her going about and, in her persuasive little way, convincing the very walls themselves to collapse for her and her alone. She rarely used her talents for good. Because of that, he was sure that this little 'adventure' would be No Good At All.