MOMENT'S SILENCE [ASHER]

Megara Lucille Grant
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Post by Megara Lucille Grant on Jul 1, 2019 14:21:13 GMT -5



She normally didn’t visit these kind of places, thinking herself too old, but here she was with her gaggle of younger friends. She wasn’t angry at getting dragged out tonight; in fact, she welcomed it. She was sure her roommate was also glad she was out drinking instead of doing so on their couch. The whiskey seemed to go down smoother here, which although normally a good thing, was dangerous for someone with such a low alcohol tolerance. The shot she was given upon entering already had her buzzing. She was sure Faith would be laughing at her now, leaning against the bar with an Old Fashioned in her hand. Megara had taken an ironic liking to them in the wake of her thirty-first birthday. An old drink for an old woman. She knew she didn’t look her age, had been told on multiple occasions that her face was still youthful, but it didn’t make her feel much better. She knew her age even if others didn’t. The fact that all of her friends were at least six years younger than her was making her feel it, especially. There were times she thought they made her feel young, but then the next morning would remind her that she was no spring chicken anymore. So why did she continue this way, knowing what the next morning would bring? Some might call it a quarter-life crisis, seeing as the woman rarely drank before, and she now found herself frequenting a bottle and doing things she would have never dreamed of doing. Who could honestly blame her, though? After all the muggleborns had to endure in the past couple years? She used that as an excuse, she knew. She was able to handle the muggleborn registration surprisingly well for a time. The snapping of her wand made her teary, but she wasn’t defined by a stick of wood. It was the loss of her magic, and therefore her livelihood, that sent her spiraling.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t still be doing these things with the muggleborn regime having recently come to an end. But without magic, it didn’t matter. They might as well still be holding her hostage, holing her up in Kolna, taking her identity with them. There was no light at the end of her tunnel like there was others. Without her animagus ability or the magic necessary to brew her potions, it wasn’t like she could return to her old life. Meg’s entire life had been built around magic since the age of eleven. Now she might as well be a regular muggle like her parents, leading a boring muggle life. She had toyed with the idea of buying a new wand, now that they were no longer banned from having them, thinking it might make her feel a little better. She knew it wouldn’t, though. Not when she couldn’t use it. She might as well go out into the woods and find a nice stick, for all the good it would do her. What an actual joke. Megara released a deep sigh before taking a light sip of her drink. She didn’t want to wallow in her self-pity. She just found it difficult to do much of anything else.

The friends she had arrived with had abandoned her to go onto the dancefloor, leaving her at the bar to watch them as she herself didn’t dance. Meg often felt like the “mom friend” of the group, the responsible party, because of her advanced age. It did provide a wealth of entertainment though. She laughed to herself as one of her friends dismissed a man in a rather unladylike fashion, before she lost sight of her completely in the crowd. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks and she was unsure if it was due to the alcohol or the close proximity to other human beings. Either way she found herself dismissing the ability to care. She was here in an attempt to not care about anything, anyway. Another sip closer to forgetting, as was the goal. She finally pushed herself away from the bar, tiptoeing around the edge of the dancefloor to the lounge seating on the other side. Megara dropped herself into one of the sleek couches, fully aware that she looked like she didn’t belong here. Normally something that would raise her anxiety, but not anymore. At least, not at the moment – not with the whiskey running through her veins. But it did give her the idea to finally remove her cardigan. Reveal the thin, patterned dress that she wore underneath. From this position, her bright green eyes could take in just about everything in the building. Meg glanced around, eyes darting quickly from person to person as she stayed the ever quiet observer. There wasn’t much of anything that really held her attention, at least until she settled on a young man walking in her direction. Wondering what he could possibly want, she took another long sip of her drink.




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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2019 15:45:02 GMT -5

Let's have a moment of silence
for my guardian angel. Not seen him in a while
Bars and clubs and such had not been his scene in recent months. Since his betrothal had fallen through he had not had he bug to date, or anything. Though he was known to take a witch or three to his bed, he wasn't that big on dating. He didn't see the point right now. He didn't have the time. He didn't even go out regularly enough to do anything other than his job. So it was easy to think that he had found someone. The tabloids did. He had left the Bats, he had opened the foundation, and now he was an owner of the Canons. Who was having a good year so far, so he just had to keep hoping that they were going to do that well all year and maybe end in the top ten He wanted to get them into another division within a few years. He had plans for the team and he would be bringing in new talent after this year when he saw those who were not up to standard.

He had convinced his father that they might need a new coach and now they were both watching the team closely. How they were handled and how they were acting together. The previous owners had neglected the team, and this would not happen again. The Canons had once been a great team, even if they weren't as good as Puddlemere, Asher thought that they had the talent amongst them to be so, if they were given the chance. So now he just needed to give them the chance. He needed a night away from everything. His responsibilities were driving him up the fucking wall and so were his mother and sister. He needed a night out with his mates, but Tib wasn't returning his calls and he had a feeling that had to do with Winona. He kind of regretted it, because Tib was his mate and being upset over a shag was never something he liked to have between him and a mate, but he was Winona's friend too. It was a complicated situation really.

He wanted to dance. He wanted to have fun and really, he needed to think about something other than the stress in his life. So he finished the beer in his hand and looked around the room before spotting a very pretty ginger witch and then headed in her direction. "Hello." He said in a soft greeting before giving her a smile. "Would you like to dance?"
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Megara Lucille Grant
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Post by Megara Lucille Grant on Jul 25, 2019 16:14:14 GMT -5



The music had slightly decreased in volume allowing her to hear the man’s soft-spoken words. It was hard not to laugh in his face, but she managed to contain it and give a simple smirk instead. It was easy to tell that he was young, looking about the same age of her roommate. Maybe a couple years older but still closer to her friend’s age than her own. She wondered what had coerced him to come to her. Of all the other young women in the club. Women that were already dancing would have been a much easier target, she thought. Perhaps that was exactly why he sought her out. He wanted a challenge; it wouldn’t be the first time she had heard of that being the reason a man chose a specific target. She had no intentions of being that challenge for him. She just wanted to drink until she felt better.

She knew she was a lightweight when it came to her alcohol consumption. And she also knew that she could drink until she was comatose and she still wouldn’t feel better. Maybe for a short time, but it wouldn’t solve her problems. As soon as she woke up her issues would still be there - they weren’t going to change, or magically disappear, and Megara would have to deal with them along with an added medical bill. So really it was just impractical. She needed just enough to loosen herself up, have a little fun, and forget about real life until the morning. Her roommate was insistent that she just needed to get laid. She could see the logic behind the idea, and she would be lying if she said she hadn’t hooked up with someone just to take out some frustration. She took a second to let her eyes scan the man in front of her before she responded, admitting to herself that he was incredibly attractive – just a little young. Not that it mattered; he probably would guess her to be younger than she is and she doubted there would be a time she would have to divulge the information.

She casually leaned back against the couch. She motioned for him to take a seat as well; if he was going to bother her they might as well both be comfortable. Before responding she finished the last of her first drink and shook the glass lightly. “I’m going to need another one of these –“ She got momentarily distracted by a shot girl walking past. “– or one of those - before I even think of dancing.”



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