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RP: Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired

Aug 08, 2007 09:48

Date: 8 August 2005
Characters: Orla Quirke, George Weasley
Location: Apothecary
Status: Semi-Private
Summary: Insomnia hurts. Maybe George Weasley can help?
Completion: Complete

After 4 more days of near total sleeplessness (She'd woken one morning after attempting to self-medicate with a small glass of wine. Her head felt awful, and she'd decided ( Read more... )

august 2005, orla quirke, place: apothecary, george weasley

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shh_george August 8 2007, 17:46:11 UTC

George stood on the second to the last rung of the ladder, tucking a few more bottles of a mild love potion antidote onto the shelves. Any potions that had a long shelf life were kept on hand. The more unstable were mixed up as needed.

Jumping down, he went back to the counter and and checked to see if the potion he'd been working on was cooled. Pouring it into a few vials, he corked the and melted wax around the rims before wrapping them in tissue and sliding them into a box. He was just tying the box shut when the door opened.

"Morning," he said, smiling at the young woman. "I'll be with you in just a second." Attaching the box to the owl, he gave the address and carried her to the door, sending her on her way before turning to the customer.

"Sorry about that. What can I help you with today?"

shh_orla August 8 2007, 18:01:22 UTC

Oh my. Orla blinked at the redhead, feeling the sligtly insane urge to giggle. She'd not met all the Weasley's, but she'd enough contact with them or their significant others to remember certain details. This must be one of the twins. Fortunately they weren't both here, as she'd never get a clear sense of personality if they played off each other as twins were wont to do.

She smiled at his greeting, and waited by the front counter as he took care of business. Orla took his momentary preoccupation as a chance to look around. It was very tidy, and likely would have what she needed. Assuming she knew what she needed. When he came back to the counter, she gave a small smile.

"Well, I've been having trouble sleeping lately, and I was wondering what you might have in stock to counter that." She started, then gestured around the room. "I've no idea what would be best, though."

shh_george August 8 2007, 18:21:09 UTC

George smiled warmly at her. "I think most of us are having trouble sleeping, you're in good company." he said as he walked to the shelves that housed the sleeping potions and draughts, letting his eyes drift over the various colored bottles.

"Well, lets see... trouble sleeping encompasses a lot. We'll try and pinpoint what you'll need. Is it happening every night, or sporadically? Are you having trouble falling asleep? Or just trouble staying asleep? Is it even an issue sleeping or is it stemming from avoidance of nightmares?"

shh_orla August 8 2007, 18:35:18 UTC

Orla followed him, looking at the shelf with a bit of dismay. It was rather like going to a muggle pharmacy, where there was an option for every little thing taht ails you. She'd never been comfortable taking medication, but she needed to sleep, so her preferences would have to go hang.

"I don't know about good company, but its certainly plentiful." She said absently, then flushed, realizing how it sounded. She smiled apologetically, not intending an insult. She was the bad company, really.

"It's been about the past few weeks, I'd say. I just am not sleeping. I don't think its from nightmares- I really don't get them much." She said with a frown. "I tried drinking a glass of wine, thinking that might help, and I did sleep then, but woke up feeling worse than if I'd just gone without." She shrugged a bit helplessly. "I've no head for alcohol, and no real experience with potions."

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shh_george August 9 2007, 15:26:40 UTC

"Probably for the best. A mental assessment on me would take months. Years perhaps. None of us have the time for that."

"I much prefer it, yes. Still, you never know, do you? Men are terribly unpredictable when faced with the possibility of writhing women." He chuckled. "Duely noted. I will take that warning to heart, love."

"How did you know?? I never told anyone that! You are able to see into people's minds," he said, pretending to be shocked and then smiling. "No yawning allowed in here. You have to keep your wits about you around us."

shh_orla August 9 2007, 18:30:55 UTC

Orla rolled her eyes, but refrained from pointing out that he gave a lot away, so she doubted it would take her too long to figure him out.

"No I suppose you don't. Though for the record, the only writhing I do under the influence tends to be the kind that requires a place to be sick." She was sure she was a bit red, but wanted to clear up any misconceptions he might have about her.

Orla laughed, but ruined it with another yawn. "Sorry. I'm due for another cup of coffee to get me through the next few hours. But I will be sure to give the calming draught a go." She picked up the bag. "I think you've exhausted my witty repartee for the week, so I'll have to go and recharge."

She smiled at him, meeting his eyes for the first time since he'd begun teasing. "It was lovely meeting you, George Weasley. I'm sure if Parvati has her way, I'll see you again soon." She turned to leave.

shh_george August 9 2007, 19:48:14 UTC

George smiled warmly as she picked up the bag. "Let us know how the calming draught works for you. A spoonful before bed should be more than enough. I do hope it works for you."

"It was my pleasure, dear. Have a lovely rest of your day and I'm sure we'll see each other again." He bowed slightly as she walked out before going back to his work.