magnolia.
@crcwan
he rounds the corner, basking in the brief warmness the sun seems to offer today. the snow that had stubbornly painted the ground the night before slowly melts before his eyes, leaving his footsteps crunching over a medley of mud and slush. asher tucks his hands in the pockets of his coat and hums thoughtfully under his breath. it isn’t often he ventures out to hogsmeade, usually he’s dying under a neverending avalanche of scrolls and textbooks.
but he wakes up this morning in a refreshingly good mood, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips all through breakfast despite the antics of his housemates. he stops just outside of honeydukes, choosing to collapse on to a vacant bench a few feet down. grasping around in his pocket, he pulls out a small strawberry lollipop, pulling the wrapper off before popping it into his mouth. the wind picks up around him and blows a few strands of hair into his face, asher wrinkles his nose and brushes them aside while glancing at the ticking hands of his watch. he knows he’s early but he hopes rowan shows up sooner rather than later. though the sun is warm, the weather around him doesn’t fail to remind him that its still a rather chilly winter day.
