#mutarestarter

Collapsing on a stool, Daisy let her eyes scan the pub blankly. She had made way too many rounds, and had drank far too many drinks if the toilet in the loo was any indication. She felt much stabler now, however. And that was a blessing in disguise, she supposed. A right Christmas Miracle, before the holiday ever came around. Praise Merlin. The sarcastic thoughts were followed with a roll of her hazel eyes. 

Turning, she looked behind her, wondering if she could wave down the keep for a glass of gilly water. It might even stave off the roaring headache she would no doubt have in the morning. Nowhere to be found, however. Which was just her luck. As always. She needed some sort of stimulation, or else it was right back to how she had been when she’d first walked into the party. Worried, suspicious and fake. Jumping back up, she decided to forego the water. 

“How’s it going?” she asked, sitting at the first table she saw with an empty seat. “Bit early for Christmas, but it’s one hell of a party, huh?”

“I’ll be back, Janine. Just stepping out for my break!” Daisy called down the hall to her charge nurse. She shrugged on her coat, and wrapped her scarf as quickly as she could. There was a chill on the air, but it was better than taking a break inside the hospital. She wouldn’t have one then. At least outside she got away from the beeping lights and constant calls. Twisting the cap off of her soup, she took a long gulp and let the broth warm her insides. 

It was times like this that she missed working at Mungo’s but at the same time she knew that sacrifices had to be made. And if the price of working without a prejudice was hiding out in the muggle world, then that was what she was more than willing to pay it. Relaxing back, she watched as a few flurries floated down from the grey skies. It wasn’t the best of days, but it wasn’t something that was going to get her down. She had a job to do and a home to take care of. 

Standing, the witch took a quick breath of chilly air in and finished off her soup. Hands smoothed over her uniform before she turned and made to make her way back to the hospital. A gasp left her, however, as she fell into someone. “I’m sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going!” she cried while at the same time her hand clasped around her wand in her pocket. You could never be too careful.