who: emmeline and @abitmoody where: alastor moody's chiswick cottage
She needed a drink. That much was certain as Emmeline changed out of her lime green robes in the healer's locker rooms at St Mungo's. Her days were always busy, there was always something going on, but today had just been one of those days. She was late finishing, glancing at the clock as she realised what the time actually was for the first time in hours. It was late, she knew that she should sleep, but sleep wouldn't come so easily tonight.
The internal debate in her mind only lasted a matter of seconds, deep down always knowing where she would end up tonight. Just one quick stop along the way, she couldn't show up empty handed. Not after last time. A stop at a local muggle liquor shop and a quick apparition and she was there. Staring up at the familiar cottage that wasn't her own, Emmeline felt some of the weight slip off of her shoulders already. Just the sight of it was a comfort, looking so warm and cozy on a winter's night, then thinking about what was likely waiting for her inside. The logs burning in the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in hand, being able to relax for what felt like the first time in days.
Emmeline had long since known how to let herself into the cottage, doing so now, being cautious on the off chance that the inhabitant was asleep. No dustbins came out to attack her now as she unlocked the door, slipping inside without a sound. She could sense his presence before she saw him, taking a few steps down the short hall before she was poking her head through the sitting room door. More relief washed over her as she saw Alastor sitting there, firelight flickering over him, knowing neither of them were the least bit surprised at her arrival. She held up the bottle of whiskey for him to see before speaking, "Hope it's not too late for a drink."
