It was late for her; ‘for her’ being the key phrase, as the rest of her friends were still out celebrating while she excused herself home. Megara had spent the last few nights out celebrating something or other – not that she could tell you what they were celebrating, just that she was dragged out for copious amounts of alcohol – and she had finally had enough. The free drinks could only keep her at the bar so long before she recalled that she wasn’t in her twenties anymore; and despite the fact she didn’t look it, she definitely felt it. And now all she wanted to do was eat and go to bed, for as long as she could. It did feel a bit like a waste, seeing as how she had put more effort into going out tonight than she had the last few nights. At least by her standards. Her normally voluminous red curls had been ironed straight, something that was a feat in itself as any naturally curly-haired woman would know.

It was that thought alone that had her walking to a diner instead of going home and ordering whatever food could be delivered at midnight – she looked good, she felt good, and people ought to see it. This was the first time in a long while, so it was its own occasion worth celebrating, and it was going to be celebrated personally the way she wanted to – with a proper burger and chips and then a good nights sleep. After the earlier drinks, it sounded like heaven.

Entering the establishment, it became clear that she was not the only one with that particular craving. It was busier than she expected, with only one seat left at the bar. It was on the end directly next to someone – normally sitting there would be something she wouldn’t even consider, as her social anxiety would prevent it. For whatever reason though, she didn’t feel that uncomfortable feeling building up inside her. Maybe it was because it was her only choice – it would take forever to get seated anywhere else – or maybe it was because her subconscious recognized the man sitting there before she did. It didn’t matter, as she strutted up and took the seat next to him. It wasn’t immediate recognition, and when she did recognize him, she took a moment to wonder if he would even remember or recognize her. It wasn’t like their time together was spent in well-lit areas, after all, and she did sneak out shortly after he fell asleep. Plus her hair was down and straight, not in a curly ponytail as it had been then. That made her look different, didn’t it? She was always told it did, that it looked nicer straight. It was just so much work!

Not that different though, and she wasn’t going to insult his intelligence by thinking he wouldn’t recognize her. Especially after turning towards him to snag a menu off a small stack that was placed between them. “Asher! Hi.” She flushed lightly, already feeling awkward again. She didn’t help the situation with the next sentence, which was obviously the first thing that popped into her brain and spilled out of her mouth without a thought. “Can I ask….what your house elf's name is?”

I think I saw you

548 words // @asher // bc she needs him to tell her thank you

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one day you'll hear this song

and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. oh, harry. oh, harry. why can't you see what you're doing to me.

it had been a few days since he had found himself at Opium and meeting a rather intriguing red-haired witch. They had partied it up and somehow ended up at his house. Peitrie had washed and dried the clothes of the woman before catching her when she had left. Or so the elf said but Nonna had no single reason to lie to him, so he had not known what to think about things, and had tried to not let it bother him that she had not bothered to even say goodbye. Maybe the age difference that had been brought up bothered her more than she had indicated. He didn't know and Asher tried to not let it bother him. The team had the week off and he had told the coach to have them do drills. They were the top of their division, yes. But they were still only in thirteenth place, and this was not how they were going to end the year. He had plans for this team and they would rise through the ranks. Others had done so before so why could he not?

Today was his cheat day for his diet and he had a plan to make it worth it, and then would work it all out at the gym the next day. he didn't care all that much now that he was not on the team and was instead, owning it. he had goals, and thing that he wanted to see the team doing, places that he wanted to go and be and do. He tried to not let things liek a lass that he didn't evn know sneaking out bother him, but it happened so little that this one did. Of course, the last one that had been in his bed before then had been Winona and that had gone.... swimmingly. It had likely ruined a friendship and he wasn't sure that he wanted to keep that going. She was his friend too and he wanted to comfort her, but it hadn't been worth it. He could have bedded anyone, but he had done it to her. He had done that to Tib. No doubt their break was turning into an actual break up.

He ordered a burger, fries, and cheese sticks, and was drinking a muggle soda when someone sat down beside him. he couldn't help but smile at the woman and it grew to a grin as it spread into an actual grin. "Well, hello there, gingernut. " he said with a small smile before winking at her. "Oh um, I call her Nonna, but her name is Pietrie."

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