March 31st, 1891 — Macnair Residence, Inverness-shire
Between the wound, the consequent potions he'd ingested, the alcohol he probably shouldn't have mixed with the aforementioned, and the testosterone, it was fair to say that Charles was not in his right mind when he decided that apparating a ridiculous distance to Macnair's house was a good idea. The only place he ought to have been apparating to was a damn hospital.
He'd planned on returning to his apartment in London for the night as the new Hogsmeade house wasn't quite habitable yet, in fact that was where he'd tried to send Valerian with the intention of going there himself once he got confirmation that he'd show up. Being in Hogsmeade at least meant his chances of splinching himself were significantly reduced. It seemed like a good idea to take his owl with him and some writing materials so he could contact Macnair if he didn't believe he was actually there.
With a 'crack' he appeared in front of the Macnair house and fortunately he still only had one injury to complain of. He fell to his knees as he nearly passed out and it took him longer than it should have to recover his senses and notice the absence of his owl. Or rather, the absence of some of his owl. In his hand he held the bloody, dismembered feet of his owl. He hurled them away from him and had to force the vomit back down his throat. He composed himself as best he could and staggered off towards a little copse not too far away. He started to reconsider his life choices as he launched himself at the nearest tree for support. Perhaps this wasn't the fine idea it had seemed. He lit his wand and hid himself behind the tree, or rather slumped himself against it and dangled his arm out to the side so Macnair could see him. Hopefully.
Valerian Macnair
He'd planned on returning to his apartment in London for the night as the new Hogsmeade house wasn't quite habitable yet, in fact that was where he'd tried to send Valerian with the intention of going there himself once he got confirmation that he'd show up. Being in Hogsmeade at least meant his chances of splinching himself were significantly reduced. It seemed like a good idea to take his owl with him and some writing materials so he could contact Macnair if he didn't believe he was actually there.
With a 'crack' he appeared in front of the Macnair house and fortunately he still only had one injury to complain of. He fell to his knees as he nearly passed out and it took him longer than it should have to recover his senses and notice the absence of his owl. Or rather, the absence of some of his owl. In his hand he held the bloody, dismembered feet of his owl. He hurled them away from him and had to force the vomit back down his throat. He composed himself as best he could and staggered off towards a little copse not too far away. He started to reconsider his life choices as he launched himself at the nearest tree for support. Perhaps this wasn't the fine idea it had seemed. He lit his wand and hid himself behind the tree, or rather slumped himself against it and dangled his arm out to the side so Macnair could see him. Hopefully.
