You Spin My Head Right Round

[Toussaint Favreau]

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Toussaint was starting his 23rd year of life as jenny had spent the start of 2016 he meant to go on.

Hungover as fuck.

He had next to no recollection of what had gone on the night before, nor what time he had gotten in, but his valet had found him asleep just outside a tub of water that had long since turned cold that morning, which he had promptly been thrown in, and given some breakfast before he could protest. Toussaint had made it through the process of flooing without giving into the urge to throw up, and had managed to stumble through the atrium looking only a little worn-out. The motion of the lift, however, rendered the wizard a distinct shade of green that might have been considered a rather refreshing colour for a garden room, but which had no place on a human’s face.

Toussaint slammed his hand into a button and pretty much raced out of the doors, not noting or even caring which floor he was on. He made it around a couple of corners- or that might have just been the world spinning, why was it spinning, he hadn’t signed up for spinning- before he fell to his knees in front of a potted plant decorating what he sincerely hoped was a deserted hallway and began emptying his stomach of his breakfast.

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