RP: No Coffee And No Tea
Date: November 5, 2004
Character: Andromeda Tonks
Location: 111 Albus Ave.
Status: Private
Summary: Andromeda gets a rude awakening.
Completion: Complete
Andromeda groaned and whimpered pitifully at the single point of light in the only pin point hole in all of her bedroom curtains that she hadn’t repaired because she thought it was too small pierced its way into her retina. She rolled over in bed and yanked her duvet over her head indignantly.
She hadn’t gotten pissed in an age, but the giddiness from Voldemort’s defeat, melancholy over Ted’s disappearance and worry from not having heard from Nymphadora in too long made a lethal combination on her sobriety. So her night shift, Andromeda had hurried home, slept a couple of hours then gone back to the Five Alarm and had, perhaps, one too many beers and one too many Bourbon chasers. Oh, who was she kidding? She’d had about six too many beers and eight too many chasers.
She couldn’t hold her alcohol like she used to.
Grumbling and muttering dire threats to the sun she stumbled out of bed in her long sleeved two piece pyjama set (not exactly sexy, but she didn’t have anyone to be sexy for and they were flannel), she stumbled into the kitchen.
One of the perks of being a mediwitch was that she could brew a sobering potion in no time flat with her eyes closed, which of course, she was doing now. She had to start her shift in - she cracked an eye open as the potion set to simmer and glanced at the clock - eight hours (Merlin, when were they going to take her off the night shift?) and she wasn’t looking forward to dealing with the drunks that were sure to be inundating the hospital even two days after the news.
After about a minute worth of simmering, she dumped the potion in a glass and drank it hot. Mmm, just a hint of coffee. Speaking of which . . . Bollocks! After a frantic search through her cabinets and cupboard she realized she had no coffee and no tea. Bugger, she really didn’t want to go out.
With a sigh, but at least it was a sober sigh, she dragged herself back to her bedroom for a quick shower and change.
Character: Andromeda Tonks
Location: 111 Albus Ave.
Status: Private
Summary: Andromeda gets a rude awakening.
Completion: Complete
Andromeda groaned and whimpered pitifully at the single point of light in the only pin point hole in all of her bedroom curtains that she hadn’t repaired because she thought it was too small pierced its way into her retina. She rolled over in bed and yanked her duvet over her head indignantly.
She hadn’t gotten pissed in an age, but the giddiness from Voldemort’s defeat, melancholy over Ted’s disappearance and worry from not having heard from Nymphadora in too long made a lethal combination on her sobriety. So her night shift, Andromeda had hurried home, slept a couple of hours then gone back to the Five Alarm and had, perhaps, one too many beers and one too many Bourbon chasers. Oh, who was she kidding? She’d had about six too many beers and eight too many chasers.
She couldn’t hold her alcohol like she used to.
Grumbling and muttering dire threats to the sun she stumbled out of bed in her long sleeved two piece pyjama set (not exactly sexy, but she didn’t have anyone to be sexy for and they were flannel), she stumbled into the kitchen.
One of the perks of being a mediwitch was that she could brew a sobering potion in no time flat with her eyes closed, which of course, she was doing now. She had to start her shift in - she cracked an eye open as the potion set to simmer and glanced at the clock - eight hours (Merlin, when were they going to take her off the night shift?) and she wasn’t looking forward to dealing with the drunks that were sure to be inundating the hospital even two days after the news.
After about a minute worth of simmering, she dumped the potion in a glass and drank it hot. Mmm, just a hint of coffee. Speaking of which . . . Bollocks! After a frantic search through her cabinets and cupboard she realized she had no coffee and no tea. Bugger, she really didn’t want to go out.
With a sigh, but at least it was a sober sigh, she dragged herself back to her bedroom for a quick shower and change.