RP & Owls: The potions re-stocking begins...
Date: 23 March 2005
Character: Adrian Pucey, anyone else who wants to stop into the potions lab at the hospital. Owls to: Ginny & Slughorn.
Location: Epsilon St & then The Hospital
Status: Public
Summary: Adrian walks to the hospital, musing on situations, gets there to find the potions problem and sends out some owls to begin correcting the problem.
Completion: Incomplete
Though he had tried everything he could think of. He hadn't been able to stop singing "You and the Night and the Music" since he'd left Ginny's house on the hill Thursday. Now it was Friday and while he loved Frank Sinatra, more than most wizards he was sure, a full 24-hours of any one tune could drive a man bloody well mad. He'd spent the morning trying to get things working magically in his tiny flat - choosing finally to conjure up a bunch of candles to use at night and giving up there. He had light, that'd be enough, right? His heart wasn't in it. His head was in the clouds. He couldn't stop thinking of Ginny and the night of the outage at her house on the hill. Still humming the song to himself, Adrian made his way up Epsilon St. across the river and toward the hospital, having decided that being busy would be much better than continuing to lie in bed staring at his flat's ceiling, as he'd been doing for almost a full night and day.
"...you and the night and the music thrill me but will we be one after the night and the music are done?" He sang the second verse again to himself and felt that maybe working, being around actual people, really was the best idea after all. He'd drive himself bonkers this way. And so he said hello to Lyda when he entered the hospital and when the older witch smiled kindly he blushed, knowing he probably still had quite the dazed, confused look on his face. The wizard's mirror in his bedroom, that he'd brought from his parent's estate, had mocked him for the expression endlessly as he'd tried to calm his hair that morning.
"Lyda - how were things here with the power outage and all that? Nothing too bad I hope." Adrian hadn't thought that there would be too much wrong with the place, as it was a simple electrical outage, right?
Lyda looked a bit surprised, "You haven't heard, you mean? I thought someone would have at least written you by now; though I'm surprised you haven't seen any of the damage around town for yourself. Our potions store was sacked, Adrian. There's not much left, even after just yesterday's use." Adrian sighed - he hadn't thought there had been actual trouble, though if he admitted it, he hadn't really thought of much since it all'd happened.
Lyda wished him good luck and he went to see the damage. Making a quick mental list of all that needed to be done, he checked into the experimental lab (which was seperate due to the danger of the potions involved, and thankfully hadn't been touched) quickly, and then made his way to the lounge area to write some owls. It seemed that no one had been contacted about restoring the hospitals supply, and well, volunteer or not, Adrian seemed to be the man for the job.
Gins,
I've missed you. Which isn't, sadly, why I'm writing, but I wanted to say that first off. I've missed you. The reason I am writing though, it seems the potions stores of the hospital were sacked the other night during the outage - had you heard of any other damage? I thought it was just the electricity - and I think I'm the one it'll fall to for replenishing it. I don't mind, but I don't really know of anyone at the hospital to contact for help. I'll be writing Slughorn, he's a mean old bastard but I hear he's in town and all the help is welcome. I'll also be writing to the twins, do you think your brothers would mind helping a bit?
I hope this finds you well, can I see you soon? Any time you like. I've missed you, though I may have all ready said that. Yours, Adrian
Prof. Slughorn,
My name is Adrian Pucey. You may remember me from your recent work at Hogwarts before the war broke out, I was a seventh year in your house, though if you don't remember me, that's fine as well. I'm writing to report on the state of the potions at the hospital, and to ask for your help. Since arriving in Stoatshead I've been helping the hospital on its experimental potions work for the Uncurables and on the everyday potions that the Healers need the most. However, with the recent sacking of the potions stores, I find I'm certainly not enough to remake everything that they need quickly enough, and I'm writing for your help. Would you mind sparing a few hours to help the hospital restock? We have space here for your work, if you need it, and I'm working with some contacts to restock ingrediants shelves as well - I'm not sure how the hospital could compensate you, but I have connections in the Carribean that are capable of finding rare, western, and island ingredients and I'd be happy to work out some sort of trade for your time, if you were at all interested.
Please, do let me know soon, I'll also be contacting others and if you know of anyone I should be in touch with, the suggestions would be appreciated.
Respectfully,
Adrian M. Pucey
Character: Adrian Pucey, anyone else who wants to stop into the potions lab at the hospital. Owls to: Ginny & Slughorn.
Location: Epsilon St & then The Hospital
Status: Public
Summary: Adrian walks to the hospital, musing on situations, gets there to find the potions problem and sends out some owls to begin correcting the problem.
Completion: Incomplete
Though he had tried everything he could think of. He hadn't been able to stop singing "You and the Night and the Music" since he'd left Ginny's house on the hill Thursday. Now it was Friday and while he loved Frank Sinatra, more than most wizards he was sure, a full 24-hours of any one tune could drive a man bloody well mad. He'd spent the morning trying to get things working magically in his tiny flat - choosing finally to conjure up a bunch of candles to use at night and giving up there. He had light, that'd be enough, right? His heart wasn't in it. His head was in the clouds. He couldn't stop thinking of Ginny and the night of the outage at her house on the hill. Still humming the song to himself, Adrian made his way up Epsilon St. across the river and toward the hospital, having decided that being busy would be much better than continuing to lie in bed staring at his flat's ceiling, as he'd been doing for almost a full night and day.
"...you and the night and the music thrill me but will we be one after the night and the music are done?" He sang the second verse again to himself and felt that maybe working, being around actual people, really was the best idea after all. He'd drive himself bonkers this way. And so he said hello to Lyda when he entered the hospital and when the older witch smiled kindly he blushed, knowing he probably still had quite the dazed, confused look on his face. The wizard's mirror in his bedroom, that he'd brought from his parent's estate, had mocked him for the expression endlessly as he'd tried to calm his hair that morning.
"Lyda - how were things here with the power outage and all that? Nothing too bad I hope." Adrian hadn't thought that there would be too much wrong with the place, as it was a simple electrical outage, right?
Lyda looked a bit surprised, "You haven't heard, you mean? I thought someone would have at least written you by now; though I'm surprised you haven't seen any of the damage around town for yourself. Our potions store was sacked, Adrian. There's not much left, even after just yesterday's use." Adrian sighed - he hadn't thought there had been actual trouble, though if he admitted it, he hadn't really thought of much since it all'd happened.
Lyda wished him good luck and he went to see the damage. Making a quick mental list of all that needed to be done, he checked into the experimental lab (which was seperate due to the danger of the potions involved, and thankfully hadn't been touched) quickly, and then made his way to the lounge area to write some owls. It seemed that no one had been contacted about restoring the hospitals supply, and well, volunteer or not, Adrian seemed to be the man for the job.
Gins,
I've missed you. Which isn't, sadly, why I'm writing, but I wanted to say that first off. I've missed you. The reason I am writing though, it seems the potions stores of the hospital were sacked the other night during the outage - had you heard of any other damage? I thought it was just the electricity - and I think I'm the one it'll fall to for replenishing it. I don't mind, but I don't really know of anyone at the hospital to contact for help. I'll be writing Slughorn, he's a mean old bastard but I hear he's in town and all the help is welcome. I'll also be writing to the twins, do you think your brothers would mind helping a bit?
I hope this finds you well, can I see you soon? Any time you like. I've missed you, though I may have all ready said that. Yours, Adrian
Prof. Slughorn,
My name is Adrian Pucey. You may remember me from your recent work at Hogwarts before the war broke out, I was a seventh year in your house, though if you don't remember me, that's fine as well. I'm writing to report on the state of the potions at the hospital, and to ask for your help. Since arriving in Stoatshead I've been helping the hospital on its experimental potions work for the Uncurables and on the everyday potions that the Healers need the most. However, with the recent sacking of the potions stores, I find I'm certainly not enough to remake everything that they need quickly enough, and I'm writing for your help. Would you mind sparing a few hours to help the hospital restock? We have space here for your work, if you need it, and I'm working with some contacts to restock ingrediants shelves as well - I'm not sure how the hospital could compensate you, but I have connections in the Carribean that are capable of finding rare, western, and island ingredients and I'd be happy to work out some sort of trade for your time, if you were at all interested.
Please, do let me know soon, I'll also be contacting others and if you know of anyone I should be in touch with, the suggestions would be appreciated.
Respectfully,
Adrian M. Pucey