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Jan 02, 2005 17:24

( in bill's room, earlier )

He moves with a far more determined step than an evening of drinking to excess might provide, but Bill now has a purpose. He opens the door as smoothly as possible, given the pounding in his head, and moves toward the bar where a phial with his name on the label catches his attention.

He picks it up, studying it carefully. HANGOVER POTION. For Bill Weasley. Dosage: One teaspoon.

"Oh, yes, right. I'm going to take a potion found lying about in a bar with my name on it -- do I look like I want to be a target again?" But still, he picks it up and holds it up to the light; it's properly stoppered and the right colour for Hangover Remedy. Heaven knows he's taken it enough times over the years.

He sets the phial back onto the bar. No, thank you. I earned this hangover myself.

"Cup of tea, please. Irish Breakfast; cream and sugar."

As the tea arrives, Bill moves to a private table. He still has no idea how to contact Albus Dumbledore. More's the pity: a combination of single-mindedness and hangover have caused him to completely miss his brother.

oom, bill weasley, peter pettigrew

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