Post by Prof. Victoria Potter on Aug 4, 2008 17:06:57 GMT
The morning chill had done nothing to ease her cold symptoms. From the moment she had gotten out of bed that day, her head hurt, throat was sore, she felt warm and she kept sneezing. Luckily she didn't have class that so she was able to eek out a few more hours of sleep, but the cold simply exacerbated her symptoms and she knew she would have to leave the confines of her room in search of some care. Vicky probably brought the cold on herself.
Lately she had taken to hanging out at the Hogshead getting drunk and meeting up with some unsavory characters. One of them had probably graciously passed on their sickness to her. She dressed in a sweater and blue jeans, warm fur lines boots adorned her small dainty feet. Grabbing a jacket (she wasn't quite sure why) she headed off to the nurse for some darught. The hospital wing was crowded when she arrived so she did have to sit and wait, the children did come first after all. After waiting about half hour, and a handful of tissue later she was seen. The draught worked instantly and Vicky felt better yet not all that happy.
Thanking the nurse she left and started to head back to her room, but spying the jacket in her hand she decided against it. No instead she put the jacket on and headed outside. At first Vicky wasn't sure where she was headed then in a flash she decided that a drink would be good for her. It was early yet but what did that matter.
The Hogshead didn't get jumping until late so she opted for the more innocent pub which would be the Three Broomsticks. Walking quickly the thought of firewhiskey on her mind Victoria entered since she was a usual customer she was prodded to sit at the only empty seat at the bar and before her but hit the cushion her drink was waiting for her. One thing the Three B's had was excellent service.
As she took her first glorious sip, the man nearest her got up and left. As he opened the door to go another man entered, this one she sort of recognized but couldn't remember from where.
Lately she had taken to hanging out at the Hogshead getting drunk and meeting up with some unsavory characters. One of them had probably graciously passed on their sickness to her. She dressed in a sweater and blue jeans, warm fur lines boots adorned her small dainty feet. Grabbing a jacket (she wasn't quite sure why) she headed off to the nurse for some darught. The hospital wing was crowded when she arrived so she did have to sit and wait, the children did come first after all. After waiting about half hour, and a handful of tissue later she was seen. The draught worked instantly and Vicky felt better yet not all that happy.
Thanking the nurse she left and started to head back to her room, but spying the jacket in her hand she decided against it. No instead she put the jacket on and headed outside. At first Vicky wasn't sure where she was headed then in a flash she decided that a drink would be good for her. It was early yet but what did that matter.
The Hogshead didn't get jumping until late so she opted for the more innocent pub which would be the Three Broomsticks. Walking quickly the thought of firewhiskey on her mind Victoria entered since she was a usual customer she was prodded to sit at the only empty seat at the bar and before her but hit the cushion her drink was waiting for her. One thing the Three B's had was excellent service.
As she took her first glorious sip, the man nearest her got up and left. As he opened the door to go another man entered, this one she sort of recognized but couldn't remember from where.