RP: Cormac's NOT in a Good Mood
Date: November 21, 2004
Character(s): Cormac McLaggen, Colin Creevey, Romilda Vane
Location: Cormac's apartment
Status: Private
Summary: Colin stops by to show Cormac the pictures from the river, but Cormac's not really in the mood for visitors. Colin attempts to make him feel better. However, Romilda is only a floor away. Can this end well for Cormac? Hopefully.
Completion: Complete
So when for the third day in a row he woke with a stuffy nose, sore throat and upset stomach, he was not the happiest Auror in the world. He’d run out of Pepper Up Potion the day before, and even if he still had some, he wouldn’t have been able to take it, as he’d already exceeded the recommended daily dose.
And since Robards had told him it would be alright to take a day off if he felt ill again, he had done just that, and spent the afternoon lounging around in nothing but his underpants, watching Muggle movies on the DVD-thing in his bedroom, and generally feeling miserable.
Tissues littered the bedroom floor, and his Never Ending glass of water had refilled itself several times over the past few hours.
So when a knock on his door interrupted his 3rd viewing of Die Hard, he was seriously annoyed.
He yanked on a pair of track bottoms and stomped to the living room, muttering about sick rooms and privacy, and pulled open the door.
“What?” he asked, and promptly sneezed all over his guest
Character(s): Cormac McLaggen, Colin Creevey, Romilda Vane
Location: Cormac's apartment
Status: Private
Summary: Colin stops by to show Cormac the pictures from the river, but Cormac's not really in the mood for visitors. Colin attempts to make him feel better. However, Romilda is only a floor away. Can this end well for Cormac? Hopefully.
Completion: Complete
So when for the third day in a row he woke with a stuffy nose, sore throat and upset stomach, he was not the happiest Auror in the world. He’d run out of Pepper Up Potion the day before, and even if he still had some, he wouldn’t have been able to take it, as he’d already exceeded the recommended daily dose.
And since Robards had told him it would be alright to take a day off if he felt ill again, he had done just that, and spent the afternoon lounging around in nothing but his underpants, watching Muggle movies on the DVD-thing in his bedroom, and generally feeling miserable.
Tissues littered the bedroom floor, and his Never Ending glass of water had refilled itself several times over the past few hours.
So when a knock on his door interrupted his 3rd viewing of Die Hard, he was seriously annoyed.
He yanked on a pair of track bottoms and stomped to the living room, muttering about sick rooms and privacy, and pulled open the door.
“What?” he asked, and promptly sneezed all over his guest