This birthday had been one for the record books; in the worst way possible. Winnie was pretty sure she was going to swear off men completely and find herself a nice lady lover from here on out. She had a headache for more than one reason, and the letters from Dorian were not helping. Of course the more immediate reason was the blossoming black eye and split lip she was currently sporting from a man she had never intention of castrating if he ever came near her again.

Everything had been fine up until tonight. She hadn't bothered to mention her birthday, what was there to celebrate anyway? Win had been invited over for a little fun and that was all she'd wanted. That was most unfortunately not what she walked into and she should have trusted her first instinct to bolt, but she had been understandably nervous. She had never seen him drunk and now she knew why. Her former lover had clearly started without her and in a right state before she'd gotten there, but he continued and she hadn't known how to safely back out. In hindsight she should have just disapparated as soon as she caught wind of his issues, but it hadn't been immediately apparent.

Well, he would no longer be putting hands on anyone again as she hex she'd fired off before leaving would certainly be a painful reminder and if he didn't get it treated immediately, he would certainly be losing some use of that dominant hand. He'd made a mark though, evident in the bruising on her neck and the damage to her face, but she would be alright; she had learned her lesson.

Washing up in the basin, she dabbed gently at the cut on her lip and eyebrow, hoping the latter wouldn't need stitches. When the fireplace lit up green she reacted without thinking, grabbed her wand and pointed it at the fireplace, heart racing. "Merlin's beard Fisk, you scared the daylights out of me." She shouldn't have anticipated anyone else, Dory was the only one who used her floo and her former paramour did not know where she lived, but fuck if that hadn't terrified her.

In an uncharacteristic reaction, tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as she lowered her wand, casting it aside again she stared at Dory uncertainly.