RP: A Very Painful Lesson & OWLs: Ernie to Cedric, Eleanor, and Mother
Date: 13 April 2005
Character(s): Ernie Macmillan, Cedric Diggory, Eleanor Branstone, [Patrician Macmillan]
Location: Their respective locations
Status: Private
Summary: After the events of last night, Ernie comes to a few decisions.
Completion: Incomplete
Thankfully, there was neither running nor calisthenics this morning. When Ernie finally managed to roll out of bed, the sun was already up. He stumbled into the kitchen. What he wouldn't give for some hangover potion. Instead he settled for a very strong cup of tea and ignored the sour acid feeling in his stomach.
He stared into his cup much like he'd done last night when Eleanor had brought him into the house. Or was it this morning? The events of last night were branded into his memory. Probably would have been better if he had forgotten, but maybe there was something to be said for remembering.
Suddenly, he stood up. And promptly sat back down until the room ceased spinning. He tried to stand again, more slowly this time. He found some parchment and a quill and went back to the table.
He wasn't expecting a reply to his first note, but it was enough that he sent it. And that he kept his appointment. Which is why he made it sooner rather than later.
Mother-
I will be by on Sunday at 10 am. Please have the family solicitor there as well.
-Ernest
Glancing over the note, he scratched out 'Ernest' and replaced it with 'Ernie.' He really wasn't expecting a reply.
***
Ernie knew that Cedric would insist that his note wasn't necessary; however, he still felt the need to send it.
Ced-
I would like to apologize for my behavior last night. I know you were merely trying to look out for me and I appreciate that. And while you are a lot of things, I'm certain that 'arsed-face bint' is not one of them.
-Ern
P.S. Next time we get together, no whisky for me, alright?
***
The last note was the most difficult to write. Mostly because he wanted to put a lot into it. After much scratching out and starting over, Ernie finally settled on something simple.
Elle--
Lunch today?
I'll come by the Bookworm.
Love,
Ernie
He left that one on the kitchen table. She should get it before she went to work. With a sigh, Ernie finished his tea and made his way to the bathroom. Perhaps Eleanor had something in the medicine chest that could help with the hangover.
Character(s): Ernie Macmillan, Cedric Diggory, Eleanor Branstone, [Patrician Macmillan]
Location: Their respective locations
Status: Private
Summary: After the events of last night, Ernie comes to a few decisions.
Completion: Incomplete
Thankfully, there was neither running nor calisthenics this morning. When Ernie finally managed to roll out of bed, the sun was already up. He stumbled into the kitchen. What he wouldn't give for some hangover potion. Instead he settled for a very strong cup of tea and ignored the sour acid feeling in his stomach.
He stared into his cup much like he'd done last night when Eleanor had brought him into the house. Or was it this morning? The events of last night were branded into his memory. Probably would have been better if he had forgotten, but maybe there was something to be said for remembering.
Suddenly, he stood up. And promptly sat back down until the room ceased spinning. He tried to stand again, more slowly this time. He found some parchment and a quill and went back to the table.
He wasn't expecting a reply to his first note, but it was enough that he sent it. And that he kept his appointment. Which is why he made it sooner rather than later.
Mother-
I will be by on Sunday at 10 am. Please have the family solicitor there as well.
-Ernest
Glancing over the note, he scratched out 'Ernest' and replaced it with 'Ernie.' He really wasn't expecting a reply.
***
Ernie knew that Cedric would insist that his note wasn't necessary; however, he still felt the need to send it.
Ced-
I would like to apologize for my behavior last night. I know you were merely trying to look out for me and I appreciate that. And while you are a lot of things, I'm certain that 'arsed-face bint' is not one of them.
-Ern
P.S. Next time we get together, no whisky for me, alright?
***
The last note was the most difficult to write. Mostly because he wanted to put a lot into it. After much scratching out and starting over, Ernie finally settled on something simple.
Elle--
Lunch today?
I'll come by the Bookworm.
Love,
Ernie
He left that one on the kitchen table. She should get it before she went to work. With a sigh, Ernie finished his tea and made his way to the bathroom. Perhaps Eleanor had something in the medicine chest that could help with the hangover.