#daisyhookm

" stay the night. please. ”

Dorcas couldn’t help the slight grin that overtook her face. She really shouldn’t stay... After all, she had to get up early from work but Merlin, how she really wished she could. Okay, she’ll just get up early and do her best not to disturb. What harm could this be? After all, she has sleepover with her friends all the time. “ And here I thought I was already doing that? ” She teased him, grabbing the bag of candy between them. “ I don’t have any plans to leave anytime soon. ”

“ are you wearing my shirt? ”

Okay... So she’s a little late. So if she’s already late, why not make it even later? The only thing about staying over is the lack of clothes to change into. So maybe she found the closest shirt that she could. If it wasn’t her’s then of course it was one of Amos’. “ Oh yes, is that alright? I didn’t want to go into training wearing the same thing as yesterday... You didn’t need this shirt, right? I could always just apparate back to my place and grab a fresh one. ”

Running into Daisy in Diagon Alley was a pleasant surprise -- for she’s a familiar face, & one she hadn’t seen in quite some time, at that ! Her plan for the evening was simply to lock up at her uncle’s shop, & then head home -- but upon bumping into her friend, her plans were quickly revised. After all, it’s rare that she gives herself a true evening off ( curling up on the couch with her cat & a book doesn’t count ). It wouldn’t hurt her to be social, for once -- especially since tomorrow was her day off. 

It only takes her a few drinks to get buzzed these days ( hell -- who was she kidding ? her tolerance was never that high ) -- & in the safety of good company, she was truly enjoying herself. Always a bubbly drunk -- although, if something occurs to dampen her mood she can get quite pouty -- her laughter rings out, smile so wide that it starts to ache. “I’m telling you, Daisy,” she insists, “That’s how the joke goes -- at least  . . . that’s how I remember it, anyways.” 

–– "I can smell your cigarette; I know that you are there."

      With a flick of his wrist, the tip of his wand began to glow, illuminating the young woman opposite him. He dimly recognised her – a former classmate, perhaps – but couldn't immediately put a name to the face.