#c:nate

“Dad, I told you he doesn’t like asparagus” Benjamin said as he set the table and Matthew sighed before looking around at his son “We’ll have plenty of other things for him to eat, I promise” 

Bringing the dishes over Matthew put them in the center of the table “I know it’s just....this is his first time meeting you and I want it to go well” With a nod his father put a hand on his son’s shoulder “As long as he’s respectful and treats you well I’ll have no problems with him”

As if on cue the ringing of the doorbell signaled the guy’s arrival “Go get the door and I’ll finish up here”

Alison had been extremely anxious since everything went down, between her brother, her best friends, and her cousin being injured, she wasn’t exactly sure how to manage it all, especially when it had been at such a high before. Alison had been barely sleeping, not being able to calm her mind down enough. They were sitting at the counter, their eyes looking at the Quidditch plays they had in front of them to try and distract them, but not really focusing on it. Her mind was running a mile a minute and she felt like she wasn’t her, she felt like she was just looking at a version of her, something that often happened when her anxiety got too much for her, it was a way of protecting herself from all the intense feelings. She didn’t even notice Nate talking to her, until the end of his sentence. She turned. “Sorry, what did you say?” she asked.

In her typical fashion, Rhia shamelessly interrogated their mutuals until one of them eventually disclosed what chalet Nate was staying in. She couldn’t text him, uncertain if he would embrace her attempt to reach out. So, she took the initiative to show up at his doorstep unannounced yet again. It almost gave her a sense of normalcy; she dolled herself up with lovely scents and shades before leaving to face him. Rhia was desperate to claw her way up from her standing with him, yet a large part of her screamed she fucked it up for good. Her knuckles rapped lightly on the door, before retreating behind her back.

when: couple hours into hoco.

where: outside of gala area.

She couldn’t recall how long she looked for him; though her determination to reunite with her date kept her going. Rhia wondered how long it’d taken for Nate to retreat from the gala, the thought she’d kept him waiting bittersweet. Her chest exploded when she spotted his brown hair, his stature fitted into his suit jacket. Her heels clacked as she shuffled toward where he was seated, a goofy grin on her face that nearly made her eyes shut. Rhia failed to halt elegantly, instead clumsily colliding into Nate’s chest.

Jamie was walking back to his apartment, after work that evening, it was a long day and he was just trying to keep himself busy. He had been doing a lot the last week and getting himself back to the way he was before him and Nate. As he was walking home he noticed a poster about an Open Mic but before he could get past it, he noticed Nates face on it, he was very confused, Nate never mentioned he could sing and this was something he never expected Nate to do. He laughed a little before he saw there were two posters so he pulled one off the notice board before heading towards Nates apartment. As he got to the apartment, he knocked on the door. As he saw it open he laughed a little before smiling at the guy. “Hi, you never told me you could sing.” He stated holding the poster up. 

That’s some fine company to be included with, Sir. Thank you.