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ephongbin
he probably looks a lot worse then he feels. surprisingly he had woken up hangover free, despite the copious amount of alcohol he’d consumed the night before. he assumed that he was probably still drunk, a fact that was made perfectly clear when he’d gotten out of bed (not alone) and almost toppled over from his legs partly giving way under the weight of his body. he assumed that as the day progressed he’d feel a lot worse then he did right now.
but regardless, he’d found himself more then able to make his way to the great hall in the hopes that some grub would take the edge off his impending hangover doom. drinking as much water as he could to replenish his system. he liked to thank his previous peers giving him tips on how to keep himself alive after the hogwarts parties.
it’d probably been about half an hour and rather then sitting alone, like he thought he might be, he’d been joined by his so called friends within the slytherin house. chatting away, ignoring the jeers and hisses from everyone else clearly dealing with a very bad headache and lack of sleep. the food that he’d eaten so far was starting to work, giving him more energy and making his body feel happier. though he knew he’d still get the killer headache at some point or another. his eyes seemingly flicked up at the right time, catching the glimpse of an all too familiar face. eyes locking onto the other males gaze that was being directed back at him. a gaze that belonged to none other then hongbin.
a grin sprawled its way across his lips, hand reaching to grab his cup and raising it towards the male starring at him, almost like asher was saying good morning or hows the hangover going or the best on yet, did you get any conquests last night — asher was sure to ask about that later on.
as the other broke the gaze first, asher couldn’t help but find himself standing up all of a sudden, much to the surprise of his friends. he ignored their questions and almost as if his feet had a mind of their own made their way over to the table the other was sat at. plopping himself down on the bench next to him, arm snaking its way round hongbin’s neck as he did. “good morning, handsom.”
