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Post by Ursula Webb on Apr 19, 2009 0:27:46 GMT -5
Ursula was the first to wake up on New Year's Day. Of course, it was close to noon when she woke up. She and Anna and Nathalia had been out drinking and partying the night before, ringing in the New Year at Enchanted. They had rolled home some time close to 4 am. Although it had looked like Nathalia would end up going home with someone, she ended up coming home instead.
Ursula noticed that the morning paper had arrived already, which meant that the apartment staff had taken the owl into their owl office and slid the paper under the door. She went over to pick it up, but didn't really look at it before setting it down on the table.
She was working on her famous hangover remedy when she heard the first stirrings of life of life from the other room. It didn't matter which one of them it was, they would both need a dose of the hangover remedy.
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Post by Annalise Kennedy on Apr 19, 2009 0:33:13 GMT -5
While Nathalia fully intended to sleep her hangover off (which never worked as well as she planned), Anna woke up soon after Ursula left the bed.
She padded into the kitchen, every footstep feeling like another pounding in her head. She was squinting in the rough light, and barely even noticed Nathalia on the couch, her head under a pillow.
She nearly collapsed into a seat at the table, saying nothing to Ursula. She was also ignoring the paper for the time being. Reading might make her head actually explode.
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Post by Ursula Webb on Apr 19, 2009 0:47:01 GMT -5
Ursula turned slowly, since any quick motion made her head spin. She probably held her liquor better than either of the other two, and even still, she was hardly able to stand upright. "Hey, baby," she said sleepily. "I'm working on a little hangover cure... what right does the sun have being so bright today, anyway?"
She added a dash of Tabasco sauce, along with a little bit of chocolate... and her secret incredient--a pinch of vodka. What better way to cure a hangover than to get a little bit drunk again?
She mixed up the drink using magic--it was quieter, then poured some for herself and some for Anna. She had not yet seen Nathalia on the couch.
"Here... try this. It'll help."
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Post by Annalise Kennedy on Apr 19, 2009 0:52:35 GMT -5
"Oh, stop yelling," Anna whispered, putting her head in her hands. The sun had no right being so bright, Ursula's voice had no right being so loud. She had no right being awake.
She took the glass from Ursula and gave it a weird look, before giving Ursula the same, unsure look. "If this tastes disgusting and I throw up, I hope it's all over your slippers."
Nonetheless, she tried the mix, and made a face but downed it as quickly as she could. She hated hangovers and wanted to be over hers as soon as possible. "You know your kid didn't even make it to a bed last night."
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Post by Ursula Webb on Apr 19, 2009 1:03:30 GMT -5
Ursula also drank down her glass as quickly as possible... although the chocolate and Tasbasco were a surprisingly good combination, some of the other ingredients made the overall effect pretty nasty.
"What...?" Ursula said, momentarily confused. "Oh, hell... I didn't even notice. Guess I'm worse off than I thought."
She shuffled over to the couch and checked on Nathalia. "Nat?" she whispered. "Groan if you're still breathing."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Apr 19, 2009 1:09:57 GMT -5
Nathalia could vaguely hear the two of them chattering away in the kitchen, but the pillow over her head not only blocked out the light, but made their voices nicely muffled. That was, until Ursula came over to her, and she pulled her legs up into her chest.
"Go away," she groaned through the pillow, then lifted it off her face. "No, wait, come back and kill me. That's better."
She frowned when Anna laughed from the kitchen, but had yet to even open her own eyes.
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Post by Ursula Webb on Apr 19, 2009 1:13:44 GMT -5
Ursula probably would have laughed as well, if she could summon the energy. "I made my famous hangover cure. And we have a fresh bottle of headache potion, if you prefer. I wouldn't even get you up, but you have a shift at Stu's in a couple of hours. It's already noon."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Apr 19, 2009 11:26:30 GMT -5
Nathalia groaned. There was no way in hell she wanted to be up and ready in two hours to spend a shift around more alcohol. The night before had been a blast, but she was never drinking so much again.
"Call in sick for me." She wasn't serious... or, well, she wouldn't be serious once the hangover cure took effect.
She pulled herself off the couch, wincing as the room sort of spun and thudded into place. "Since I'm working, can I claim the headache potion?"
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Post by Annalise Kennedy on Apr 19, 2009 11:30:09 GMT -5
Anna, meanwhile, had finally set her eyes on the morning paper, and drew it towards her across the table. The words blurred a little, but the gist of the front page was clear.
"Oh, that's sad," She said while Nathalia and Ursula were talking. She turned and looked over her shoulder at the two blondes. "Looks like there was another attack last night. A small one... an Auror died."
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Post by Ursula Webb on Apr 19, 2009 11:38:30 GMT -5
Ursula nodded. "Yeah, of course. I'll get it for you." The hangover remedy was already starting to set in for her, and she was quickly becoming a little more clear and focused. Her movements were still slow, and her head still spun, but she was slowly coming back to to life.
She was getting the headache potion when Anna mentioned that there had been an attack the night before. She frowned, her back to both of them. She hadn't been aware of any attack plans for the previous night. Of course, she had been sort of out of the loop since she had started seeing Anna. And the Hogsmeade attack had soured her opinion of the whole thing. Attacking children and innocent citizens left a bad taste in her mouth.
"That's a shame," she said quietly. "Who was it?"
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Post by Annalise Kennedy on May 5, 2009 11:02:21 GMT -5
Annalise shrugged. Hell if she knew. London was still new to her, and she still felt like a tourist... a tourist with a very beautiful, personal guide. "Some guy named Roland."
She folded the paper back up and slid it away from her. Reading hurt too much, and if they were really interested in what the article was about, they could come read it themselves. Though she had to admit, Ursula's hangover drink was working quickly. She liked it, and was going to have to get that recipe.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on May 5, 2009 11:08:30 GMT -5
"Roland?" Nat repeated, her headache forgotten and her eyes shifting to Anna. "Roland Ferrera?"
When Anna nodded, Nathalia was on her feet and grabbing for the paper. It had to be wrong. She refused to believe that Roland was dead. Roland couldn't die.
But the Prophet said he had, in a terrible way, and his partner had witnessed it. That meant... Roland, the one person she'd ever really trusted... was gone.
Her eyes welling up, she sank into the seat her mother had been in earlier.
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Post by Ursula Webb on May 5, 2009 13:01:52 GMT -5
Ursula still had her back to them as Anna said the name, but at Nathalia's reaction, she turned around. She exchanged a worried glance with Anna before shifting her gaze to her daughter.
It was obvious immediately that Nat had known the man. As cold as it sounded, normally Ursula didn't feel so bad when she heard about the death of an auror. They at least were trained to fight and knew the risks from the start. But this one had meant something to Nathalia, and that was enough to upset Ursula.
As Nat sank into the chair, Ursula rushed over to her side. "Did you know him well?" she asked. As she did, she glanced up at the paper on the table and frowned as she recognized the face. Tall, Dark, and Handsome.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on May 7, 2009 15:53:02 GMT -5
"He was my friend," Nathalia replied. "He lives just upstairs, even."
Well, he did. Nathalia stood up quickly. Maybe it was all a mistake, and she could just knock on hs door and he'd be there. Without a word, she left to go check, taking the elevator because her head was still pounding.
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Post by Annalise Kennedy on May 7, 2009 15:55:09 GMT -5
Anna was silent until Nathalia left, and then she looked at Ursula.
"I feel like I'm missing something," she said softly, watching Ursula. "You don't seem like you know him... do you?" No, Ursula's reaction seemed only to stem from Nathalia's, as any mother's would. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Ursula Webb on May 7, 2009 17:44:57 GMT -5
Ursula shook her head. "No... no, I don't know him. But I have seen him before. You have, too, actually. Remember that night we stopped by Stu's and Nat was with a guy? This is him. Or was."
Ursula sighed and sank into a chair. Though her body was still sluggish from the hangover, her mind was working quickly. If he lived upstairs, that must also mean he was the same man that Nathalia had been with a few months earlier, when she came home looking a little out of sorts. If Ursula remembered correctly, her daughter had really liked the man. She must have, if she was with him more than once.
Her frown deepened and she slid the paper over to read the rest of the article.
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