Post by Gloria Chaucer on Jul 28, 2012 6:23:22 GMT -5
It was one of those when all Gloria saw was red; beyond that, she could only feel the stupid migraine. Cursing herself for not keeping proper stock of her medicines, Gloria entered the shop with a mind to simply get the ingredients necessary for her special brew and get back to her flat, brew the potion, gobble it down and get some well deserved rest.
Just to her luck, she bumped into someone, a stranger and had to bother to apologise, "I'm sorry," she snapped, no part of her words sounding apologetic.
(OOC: Hope this works, Jane?)
Just to her luck, she bumped into someone, a stranger and had to bother to apologise, "I'm sorry," she snapped, no part of her words sounding apologetic.
(OOC: Hope this works, Jane?)
