#asher1

A single finger twisted itself into the plastic, cheaply made rosary draped around her neck, while thin lips welcomed the ass of the shrinking cigarette. It could’ve been mistaken for a spliff and that would’ve explained the sudden onset feeling of paranoia.

The squid floating by the extended windows did cause a trickle to go down Aly’s spine and she straightened then, flicking into the nearest ashtray. There’d been a reason she’d dragged Amy to their own gaff on Low Street. Despite being surrounded by unfavorable neighbors, silencing and locking charms existed and she was at the ready to use and abuse them.

“How good do you follow news? Close an’ shit?” Aly took ganders at all major papers, Muggle and Wizard alike. She’d discovered it was newspapers that often presented opportunities. How else would she know of a crowded, Dublin marathon happening next month on the 27th? Papers also shared joyous news, such as chaotic tragedies at the hands of her brothers and sisters. She could not help relishing in all of their success stories, big or small.

Where: Hogwarts

Who: @asheravery​

“Have you actually ever taken points on one of your rounds?”

“Something’s out of place,” She murmured. “What have you done differently?”

“Creamy.” Jen moaned.

for amnesiac-ash

Xerxei had stumbled around through the hallways until he found someone, who he had immediately taken by the shoulders. He had to bend down a little to talk to the stranger, but he soon got to eye level, at which point he went to speak. "Please help me-- I need-- I need--"

for amnesiac-ash

This new place felt like one he wouldn’t adjust to well, but he was going to have to deal with it. He’d checked himself in, and there was no leaving until he was better. Unpacking seemed to be going well, though - everything went into the drawers just right, and things were spaced out well.

Hearing a sound from across the room, he looked up, a little surprised. Then again, they had said that there was a reason for the other bed, so he should’ve been prepared for it. “I . . guess we’re roommates then, huh?”

Lalita couldn't remember the last time she'd had a man over to her place, and she didn't think to hard about it now. It was a new year, time to revisit some things, such as feeling a warm, firm chest against her and scratching her nails across a broad expanse of shoulders. She was waiting for Asher to come over now, stripping out of her casual tank top and sweats and trading them in for a dark purple lingerie set with thigh high black stockings, fluffing up her straight blonde hair as she looked in the mirror.