Post by Morgan Pendragon on Aug 16, 2012 22:53:48 GMT -5
It was one of those rare weekends when Morgan was in her apartment in town rather than up at the school. She hadn’t had one of those in weeks. Too bad she couldn’t enjoy it. She must’ve eaten something that was off, because she’d been nauseated all day.
There was something else as well. She’d been so stressed out lately that it had delayed her cycle. Which was another reason she’d decided to spend the weekend here as well. She wasn’t even going to think about the bookstore. The new employees she’d hired seemed to be working out fine. She was going to sit in her apartment and relax, which was something she hadn’t done since…
No. It wasn’t possible…was it?
She’d been pretty drunk. She couldn’t remember the details very clearly, although she did remember that she’d very clearly enjoyed herself. She had to figure this out. She pulled on a dress and put her hair into some semblance of order. Then she was out the door, and in the little apothecary at the corner.
She went in hoping no one she knew would see her. She could pretend to just be shopping, right? She picked out a few hair potions and some potions ingredients she was low on. Then, almost as an afterthought, she tucked a pregnancy testing potion into her basket.
So far, so good. Nobody she knew. “I’m ready to check out,” she said to the witch behind the counter. Morgan prayed she could pay and leave quickly.
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Aug 22, 2012 22:16:49 GMT -5
At the exact same moment that Morgan spoke, saying she was ready to check out, Sparky had begun to speak as well. It wasn't him being rude, or being eager to get ahead in line, he just... well, he was Sparky. He did these things, awkward, accidentally rude, stupid things, and these things had cursed him throughout his life as long as he could remember. Alas, so was the life of the Cursed Nephew Cobalt, doomed to wallow in mild obscurity as he offended everyone around him and made them pity him all at the same time.
Sparky, awkward and surprised that Morgan was there, sort of slammed his stuff down on the counter as he spoke, too late to stop himself.
"I'd like to make a return."
Fuck. The words were out, the flask was on the counter, and he hoped to whoever was up there that Morgan couldn't read what it said. That would be even worse than him totally cutting off the Headmistress rudely, even if she was one of his best friends.
See, the thing was, for some reason, his kitty had been hacking and coughing. Sparky, immediately, had assumed it was a furball caught in his throat and had rushed off to the local apothecary for a hairball removal potion. They hadn't had one, so he had grabbed the next best thing, a potion to stop hair growth, but instead, he'd accidentally grabbed a potion to encourage hair growth. You know, for balding old men. This potion, of course, hadn't fixed his cat's problem. (Why he'd gone to the apothecary instead of the pet store was beyond him.) In fact, it had made his cat ridiculously furry. The good thing was that he hadn't used much more than severalmanya lot A TINY BIT OKAY so he could totally probably return it. After all, a teacher's salary would only stretch so far, even if they did work in the most dangerous school of all time.
"I, uh, sorry Morgan, y-you can go first, sorry."
The flask tipped over, revealing the words and spilling some of the potion.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Aug 23, 2012 19:51:21 GMT -5
It wasn't the product name or branding Morgan was looking at when the potion tipped over. It was the warning, inked in tiny letters below the name.
Not for use on children or pregnant women.
That alone caused Morgan to jump a little as the bottle tipped. She was already a little on edge, seeing as how Sparky, her best friend, was now in full view of her shopping basket.
"Hi, uh, Sparky. Y-yeah, I'm just going to get these things and go," she managed to stammer. Awkward was not the word for it.
The witch behind the counter busied herself disappearing the spilled potion. Morgan's basket sat on the counter. Once the potion was cleaned up, the shopkeeper took each item out one by one to enter it into her cash register.
"Oh! Congratulations!" she said when she got to the pregnancy potion. "Have you told the father yet?"
Morgan went beet red. "W-well I wanted t-to be sure first, you know." Could this possibly be any worse?
Eventually a price was given, and Morgan slapped her galleons on the counter, urging the shopkeeper to keep the change. She just had to get out of there, now.
"I-I'll see you around, okay Sparky?" Please, please, please let her get out of there without him asking any questions.
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