((RP open to anyone who would visit Steph in the HW - this is not, however, an Hospital Wing RP! There's no one here who can cure your kuru!))
Who would have thought embarking on a poorly planned crime-fighting rampage in London's East End would get you laid up in the hospital wing? Steph wasn't in any sort of pain (thank you, magical drugs...er...in a totally legal way). She was, however, pretty embarrassed.
Barfing on a cop's shoes? Not her best moment. Hilarious, but still. Unprofessional.
Not helping the embarrassment was the fact that she had several owls to write, as there were a handful of people who might care if she disappeared for a day (go figure!). Luckily, they all lived in the same pwettypinkhut.
Guys,
Hey there! Just a heads up - I’m spending the night at the castle. Possibly the next couple nights, jury’s still out on that one. Nothing to worry about. Just catching up with Lily and Carla! Do me a favor and make sure Buff’s fed?
...Actually, Sam, do me a favor and make sure Buff’s not overfed. Dean, George: I’m looking at you. And George Weasley, do not roll you eyes at me, you do too overfeed him.
-Steph
P.S. Don’t go through my stuff while I’m away. I have Ways of finding out.
Owls sent off, Steph pulled out a deck of cards and started what, unknown to her, would be
three days worth of solitaire.