Order Only: Hangover

Ugh. You know that feeling when your tongue doesn't seem like it should fit in your mouth? Or your eyes in their sockets?

Wow. That bloke was not lying; sold me a dead incredible spliff.

Think I had a great time last night, too.

At least I hope I did. Madeleine says I did, anyway. (Madeleine? Margot? Madeleine.)


Things to do today:
Find trousers
drink water
prepare lesson (back to it tomorrow)
not Apparate


In case you're wondering, I'd told them I needed a few days. I came up to Calais. For one thing if I'm to be down in Longvic much of the summer (and it looks that way) I should let go the flat here. Though I don't know... it helps to maintain an address for Henrich, and those landladies are good cooks. Anyway, I wanted to pick up the bike, at least, as it's about a six-hour's ride back to Dijon.

There was something else... besides the apothecary for Darius Dewovar's Day-After Dram.

Oh, right. I have it.