this is without a doubt the worst hangover she’s ever had, and aurora’s only just opened her eyes. she’s vaguely aware of harry beside her, fast asleep in a deep sleep that is common for him at this time of the morning, but her head... oh, it’s pounding. she doesn’t remember getting into bed and she certainly doesn’t remember making it back to the yacht, but she’s at least grateful they’re here. she barely takes any notice of her surroundings as she stumbles, half awake and half asleep, to her en-suite bathroom, and it’s only once aurora has washed her face and feels a little more alive that she slides open the door that extends to the remainder of her cabin. she intends to open the windows to let in some fresh air, an attempt to let out the smell of their drunken antics last night, but she’s stopped in her tracks before she’s able to do so. why? she’s forced to take in the sight before her.
cluck, cluck, cluck. there’s a chicken near the bed, feathers everywhere, clothes discarded and --- where the hell did they get that marble statue? no, not one chicken --- three chickens, one suspiciously still while another wanders the room the other pecks at harry’s clothes. the clucking hadn’t made its way to her ears before, and just as she thinks this is the worst thing ever, it’s another sight that sends her over the edge and straight into panic. the rest of the mess around the room must have come from the goat tearing everything apart. why is there a goat on the bed? what did they do last night? why are there animals in her cabin? what, god forbid, did they end up taking?
‘ harry, ’ aurora calls, pacing over to the bed as she gives him a gentle shake... and then another, a little bit more frantically. ‘ harry, wake up. look. harry! ’ she hopes that’s the last shake she needs to give him, especially because the goat is chewing on the covers near his leg. aurora gestures to the animal in an attempt to make him realise the severity of the situation; they can deal with the mess and the chickens once he’s awake. dear god, what sort of mess have they gotten themselves into? FT. @rottncores
