Rye couldn't help but think everyone who wanted to undermine the Unseelie King had a bit of a flare for the dramatic. And a thing for bartenders. First Thayne, and his poetry of owls spoken to a bartender to retrieve letters that needed to be delivered, and now the halfling who’s name Rye still didn’t know.
But he went to the Broken Arrow, aptly named, in Rye’s opinion, and sat at a table by the window for a little while. He noticed the bartender. She was short, pale, average looking, really. No one that would stand out in a crowd. With long brunette hair tied back with an emerald green ribbon, just as the halfling had said. Rye stayed at the table for about an hour, ordering a drink and nursing it for entirety of the time, carefully noting each person that came in, though he never made eye contact, and made sure the hood of his cloak kept his face partially hidden from anyone that glanced over towards him. He wasn’t sure if the bartender had similarly been told of Rye’s appearance, and wouldn’t give the correct directions to anyone else, so he didn’t want to use a glamour, for fear of scaring off either her or the halfling boy.
Finally Rye drained the remainder of the bottle and set it back on the table, adjusting his hood as he made his way up to the bar. He’d bene hoping to wait for the tavern to clear out some, and there really weren’t many patrons there, but they all seemed to be at the bar, right near the brunette hob.
“Another drink for ya, sir?” She asked politely as he approached.
Rye put on a wide smile, stumbling a bit and slurring his words purposefully, to excuse the odd exchange that needed to happen. “No, no— no more drinks fer me,” Rye mumbled, shaking his head adamantly, before pausing as though the motion had given him a headache. “No, wonderin’ in you might help me. See, I heard a banshee wailin’. Wonder if you heard it, my dear? Did you hear the banshee wail?”
Her eyebrows quirked up and she looked him over, before rolling her eyes and looking to the man that sat on the barstool beside Rye, and mouthed the words, ‘another one.’ She looked back at Rye and winked before putting on an exaggerated look of concern. “I did, you know, what? I heard the banshee wailin’. Quite an awful sound it was too. Out behind the old woodworker’s shop ‘round the corner. Why dontcha get outta my bar and go find yer banshee, huh? Got work to do here.”
Quite an awful sound it was. The response he was told to listen for. Rye smiled a little, but passed it off as drunken victory for having his story confirmed. He tipped his head in exaggerated fashion as he grinned at her. “Thank ya much, madam. Think I’l do that.” He turned and grinned at the man on the barstool. “Gonna go stop that damn banshee wailin’, I will. Been keeping me up all hours.”
“Good luck to ya, out with ya now,” the bartender called out as Rye left the bar, stumbling a little until he got outside. He straightened the hood on his cloak, his footsteps less clumsy and more purposeful as he made his way to the woodworker’s shop. It was a front, he was fairly certain, for a dealer that supplied mara root to the locals. There was hardly any other reasoning that made sense— the shop was almost always closed, and Rye never saw any customers in there when it was open.
He rounded the corner and made his way down the alleyway between the woodworker’s shop and another tavern, and peered around the corner to the back of the shop. “You’d better be here,” he whispered more to himself than anyone else as he squinted into the darkness.
Melissa was excited, really excited. Ever since the morning she had been bursting to share her news with Nolan but she wanted to go about this in a way he wouldn’t forget. She went out and bought some supplies and a box to put them in. She told Nolan that while he was at work she was going to start clearing out the closets in order for them to move to Canada. She really couldn’t believe that this was her life right now, she was so happy she couldn’’t contain herself. In the box she put a baby bottle, a pacifier, some baby grows and a bib. At the very bottom was a t-shirt which said ‘worlds best dad’ and her positive pregnancy test. She wrote his name on the top of it - using her left hand so it didn’t look like her writing - and sat it on the table, waiting for him to come home, excitedly.
Admittedly a small sliver of regret clouded her mind as she scrambled to tidy up her apartment in the expectance of Nolan. Inviting him over had been a spur of the moment decision, but at this point there was no turning back. Part of her wanted to put away her nice vases and trinkets in the event that the two got into an argument, which they would. They always did. However, she decided against it deeming it inappropriate and unnecessary. Instead continued tidying up for his arrival. This included getting blankets and throwing them onto the sofa, putting some popcorn into the microwave and throwing some of Chevy’s toys around. That was mainly so that she wouldn’t hear any attitude from him about how she should be taking care of her dog.
Once all of her tidying had ended she found herself bored and without anything to do other than sit on the floor and play with her excitable puppy. He had also been a spur of the moment decision and the act of actually getting him had mainly been to prove Nolan wrong, but he was a purchase she definitely didn’t regret. Apparently spur of the moment decisions had been a popular trend for the girl, reminding her to make a mental note to not make any more. They could lead to something she didn’t really want to get herself into, like keeping someone around for too long. After being lost in her thoughts for a moment, she heard a knock at the door followed by the adorable barks of Chevy’s. With this she yelled out a quick “Coming!” before pulling her front door open to let the male in.
TIME FRAME: Wednesday 9/11/2013, late evening/early morning
NOTES: Nolan comes over to fix her bike and Layla and him wind up in bed together again. Please note this contains explicit sexual content and drug use. It's pretty graphic lol
STATUS: Completed via Chatzy
Nolan: He pulled on his leather jacket after checking his phone. He was heading down to Laylas place. He was pretty familiar there now after spending quite a few nights in her bed. He ran a hand though his hair, pulling on his sunglasses, it wasn't sunny today, but what the hell right? He headed down stairs and over to his car, turning on the engine and got out on the rode. He didn't really know why he kept sleeping with her, but there was something interesting about her, something that made her come back. She was all dangerous and exciting, but also maybe fragile at the same time. And he liked it. He fisted his hand around the wheel as he pulled in to her driveway. Shutting the door after walking out. He got to her door, knocking on it.
Layla was in the living room, jean shorts and a old shirt that had some rips in it from wearing it so often, but she was at home. She didn't need to look spectacular. Her hair was twisted up into a high ponytail and she was just lounging around while waiting for Nolan to get his ass over there to look at her bike, which was in the side room that she had converted into a "garage" so to speak. Hearing the knock, she whistled. "It's open!"
Nolan: he opened the door with a small smirk as he opened the door and walked in, following from where he heard her voice. He sent her another smile. "Hello there" He nudged her side playfully before taking off the sunglasses and finding her eyes. "So where is the piece of crap you want me to shine up?" He chuckled teasingly. "I didn't see it outside"
Layla clicked her tongue and nudged him back with her hip before turning around and pointing towards the open door to the left side of them. "She's in there, I don't leave her outside, doing that in this neighborhood is a bad idea." She smirked and led him out to the black and red Harley before crossing her arms over her chest. "Have at it super boy."
Nolan: He nodded before opening the door, he stared at the Harley with a small smirk, sending her s small look. "She's pretty gorgeous, Lay" He murmured and ran a hand over the back of the bike. He started fiddling with it, getting to work. "So how's life? Everything ok?" He asked ocationally staring up at her, smirking.
Layla moved to sit on top of the small table that was in there with them and grinned. "Thanks, she was custom built from a 86 Harley. I used some of the money that my rich friend keeps fucking putting in my bank account to get her. Life? Life is life. I'm bored most of the time I'm not getting high or drinking. I want some new ink but I don't know what to get."
Nolan: He watcheed her as she sat down on the table as he got down to the floor himself, to check the bike. "That doesn't sount too bad, she's awesome" He chuckled and nodded, he looked up at her with half a smile. "I'll get high with you any day, you know that" He shrugged, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "New ink eh? where would you want it?"
Layla tilted her head and shrugged. "You've been busy working, that much I know. Besides, I went back to Peckham again this weekend. Got fucked up with my ex. wasn't so bad at least I didn't come back looking like a beaten housewife." She smirked. "Yeah, new ink, I don't know where or what. I just want to feel a little bit of pain without a fist coming at me. What about you? What have you been up since last week?"
Nolan: He looked up again, scanning her with his eyes. "Yeah, you ok?" He asked, holding his eyes on her, running a hand over his neck. "Are you gonna do it on yourself?" He chuckled. "I could do it you know, at least I can try" He laughed. "Probably won't end up too well." He shook his head. She knew infliciting pain turned him on as much as it turned him on when she inflicted pain on him. "Yeah not much, I've been singing in the park for a few days, and you know, partying." He shrugged and turned his look to the bika again. "Oh, and I fixed those bikes" He chuckled.
Nolan: cars* not bikes.
Layla smirked and looked into the open room. "I'm fine, I'm always fine. As for you doing it...yeah fine whatever just don't do something stupid on me. If you put a fucking butterfly on me I will tie you down and tattoo a unicorn on your ass." When he mentioned partying, she perked up a little. "You need to take me to one of those with you sometime you know that?
Nolan: He stood up with a smile, shaking his head. "I think a unicorn would suit me" He joked, nodding in agreement. "For sure, whenever you want" He let his eyes trail over her bike. "Try her now" He sent her a small wink as he walked over to her. He was sure it would run now, and the sounds that came from it would be long gone.
Layla slid off the table and walked over. By now almost an hour had passed since he started on it. Turning the key in the ignition, she climbed on and revved her baby up, smirking when she heard it running smoothly. "Thanks," she called out over the roar of the engine before shutting her up and then she poked him in the chest. "You got anything on you?"
Nolan: He looked down at her, raising a brow. "Now now, I fixed your bike, and now you want my drugs?" He grabbed her side and pulled her a little to him, holding his brown eyes at hers. "What can you give me in return?" He asked and licked his upper lip, not taking his gaze away from her, the small bag of cocain in the pocket of his pants was burning to get ripped up and sniffed in, but he could contain himself for a little longer, this was far to much fun.
Layla allowed herself to be tugged, never breaking her gaze from him. "What can I give you in return..hmm, what do you want Nolan? Name your price for sharing your staff and it's yours." She really had no qualms about giving him whatever he wanted. "I know for a fact you're carrying, and I know you want to get high. With me."
Nolan: "Lets see." He murmured, making circles on her side with his fingers, letting his eyes trail over her, biting the inside of his cheek. He eventually leaned in to her ear, leaving a heavy warm breath against her neck "You can pay me back later" He whispered, gripping her wrist with one hand as he guided her hand over to the pocket of his pants, holding his eyes on hers as he got her hand down in his pocket.
Layla tried to ignore the little shivers that ran down her spine when he touched her and then grinned as her hand slid into his pocket, gripping the small bag in her hand as she leaned up and kissed him roughly on the lips. "Your wish is my command," pulling her hand back out, she turned her head to nip his neck. "And where exactly are you going to put this new ink on me?"
Nolan: He kissed her as roughly back, letting out a small breath as she pulled back, his eyes were now on the small bag, letting out a small breath as he felt her lips on his neck. His eyes fell shut for a sexond as he let his mind work for a few seconds. "How about on your inner thigh?" He whispered, slowly trailing his hand over her inner thigh, barly brusihing his fingertips over her soft skin.
Layla gave a little smile when she pulled back and dropped the bag into his hand. Pressing herself up against him, she licked a line from the nape of his neck up to his ear where she gave a little tug with her teeth. "I'm game for that, and hey, I'm letting you put whatever you want there too." Pulling herself back and out of his grasp, she walked back into the room and knelt in front of the glass table in the living room while biting her lip, waiting like a little puppy for a treat or something of the sort. "Let's do this."
Nolan: He let his hand lock around the bag, smiling to himself at what she had to say. "I'll leave it as a surprise then" He murmured, his voice a pitch darker. His eyes followed her as she walked over to the table, he slowly shook his head before he gripped her shoulders, pulling her up in a small tug, spinning her around and popping her on the table. He then knealt in front of her gripping her knees to spread her legs, he sneaked in between them, holding her gaze as he whispered with the low husky voice. "Let me sniff it off of you"
Layla protested just slightly when she was nabbed up from her spot on the ground, locking her gaze with him and swallowing. Smirking and attempting to not let the fact that it turned her on a little, she gave a shrug. "Go ahead, but I'm doing the same back to you." she muttered, licking her lips absently as her eyes fell onto the bag as she sat up a little bit, tugging her shirt off. The one thing about Layla was she never wore a bra. Too constricting. "Have at it."
Nolan: He smirked, letting his eyes roam over her as she took off her shirt, but he didn't say anything, he pressed her body down against the table top, brushing his hands down her side before he murmured. "Don't move a mussel" He warned. He then opened the bag, slowly letting some of the powder down on her stomack, he took a card out of the pocket of his pants, holding her eyes as he easily made a small white stripe of the powder. It didn't take him long to sniff it in, a small sigh slipped his lips right after before he slowly let his lips, lazily kiss all over her stomack hand further down, his eyes were now on hers, smirking. "How do you want yours?" He whispered as he bit down on her skin.
Layla let out a deep breath as he did the line off her, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the feeling of his breath against her skin. When Lay heard Nolan's voice, she opened her eyes and then looked down at him, jumping slightly at the bite before sitting up and pushing him back from her. Reaching down, she stripped his shirt off him and pushed him onto his back. Licking along his stomach, she undid his jeans and tugged them down just past his pelvic bone. "Give me the bag."
Nolan: He was a little surprised at her movements, but what she did he welcomed, he looked down at her with a small breath, holding his gaze on her, letting out a small sound as she licked his stomach. He held the bag up to her, moving his hips a little to make himself more comfortable. The restrain from his pants already starting to bother him, he could already feel the boil from his blood and the rush he got from the drugs.
Layla took the card he used and put a line that went from the bottom of his stomach right down to the base of his cock with a little smirk. Leaning down, she sniffed clear down the trail before letting her tongue dart out along his skin. Pulling back, Lay brought her hand up her nose before climbing on top of him and grinning down at him.
Nolan: He let out a small displeased sound as she stoped, gripping her jaw before pulling her down to him as she climed on top of him, leaning in to kiss her pretty forcefully, eventually whispering against her mouth. "Get back down" He bit down on her lower lip, letting his hands grip on to her thigs.
Layla actually reveled in that displeasured sound in her throat. Giving a small groan, she started biting her way down his chest until she reached his jeans again, nuzzling against the exposed area before looking up. "And do what?"
Nolan: He looked down at her, letting his hand move over to her hair, fisting his hand around it. "Suck my cock" He murmured, guiding her head down, a gesture for her to continue. He took a small breath, never taking his eyes off of her. "And do it good"
Layla groaned when he gripped her hair, gently tugging against it before her hands tugged his pants down further looking over him and then smirking. "Yes, Sir." Letting her tongue swipe across his length, she used one of her hands to wrap around him, stroking him as her mouth wrapped around the tip, moaning softly around him and using her tongue along the underside of him while she sucked.
Nolan: He let out a deep groan as she started to suck him, he got up in a sitting position, staring down at her, his eyes as dark as ever. He started of with gently pushing his hips up in her direction, another sound slipping his lips. "That's fucking it, keep going, show me how far you can take it" He hissed.
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Layla didn't bother looking up, just allowed herself to relax as the drugs worked their way through her system, making her more open to things. She actually welcomed the way his hips moved up into her, bringing her hand off him to slide up into her hair to rest against his as she tried "forcing" it off her, in fact she wanted the opposite. Taking more of Nolan into her mouth, she moved her head back and forth, grazing her teeth along him until he was almost all the way down her throat. The greatest thing was no gag reflex that she had.
Nolan: "Oh fuck" He hissed under his breath as he started to force her further down against him, rarely giving her time to breath before pushing inside of her mouth again, meeting his own thrusts now with his hands. He gripped her hair tighter as she felt her hand over his, but he didn't bother with it. Suddenly he pushed her all the way up. "Spit on it" He groaned, holding his gaze on her.
Layla moaned loudly around him as he tightened his grip, letting out a disappointed and frustrated groan when he pulled her back, her cheeks flushed as she gasped for the air she was restricting herself from. Looking down, she lowered her head and did as asked, spitting on him before wrapping her hand around him and working him with it.
Nolan: He reached over to grip her jaw, pulling her up to him, the tip of his nose hitting hers, not looking away even for a slight second. "Aren't you just the filthiest slut I've ever met?" He gripped on to her thighs, pulling her over in his lap again, pressing her still clothed center down against him, pushing his hips up against her. "Tell me what you want me to do"
Layla wrapped her legs immediately around him, pressing down against him as he pushed his hips up against her. "I want you to get these shorts off and eat me," she leaned in, pressing her lips against him. "Finger me and talk to me until you think I'm wet enough for you to shove your cock in me and fuck me until I pass out." Nipping his neck she moaned softly as she rolled her hips against him. "How's that for being a slut?" Her hand continued on him, rolling her thumb over the swollen tip.
Nolan: He got her up to her feet, so did he himself, he gripped the hems of her shorts and pulled her to him, pushing the button open before almost ripping it off of her, taking her underwear with him in one go. He spun her around, pressing her back against his chest before he bent her over the table, getting on to his knees himself. "I didn't say you were a bad slut. He answered before he let his hands knead on her ass cheeks, he let one hand brush over her center, letting out a breath. "Already dripping, is this what sucking my cock does to you? Disgusting" He murmured before he shamelessly pushed two fingers between her folds and inside of her, immediately curling them and starting to move them.
Layla gave a small smirk as she was spun around, she didn't even deny that she was wet for him, considering the last few times they've had sex, she'd never been left unsatisfied. Filled. "I was imagining it inside of me," she growled out and gripped the sides of the table when she felt his fingers thrust into her, her hips almost immediately moving back against his hand. "Fuck, that's it. Make me come Nolan, please." She whined, the drugs fully taking control of her system and she felt nothing but the pleasure coursing through her veins, her hips moving on a will of their own as her legs opened a bit more for him.
Nolan: He let go of a low chuckle. "Don't be fucking impatient, it's unattractive" It was everything but, and she probably knew that. He raised his other hand, just slightly before he let it connect with her ass cheek, in a small slap, he then started to drive his fingers harder inside of her, growling. "Don't fucking come, you're not allowed, do you hear me?" He started to move his hands faster, with the all intention of making her come.
Layla was already holding herself back, her walls clenching against his fingers almost greedily as she pressed herself against the table, moaning. "Fuck you, I'm going to come if I want to," she snarled back, her hips practically slamming back against his fingers. "You dont' fucking control me," she spat back, it was a bad attempt to fight back, her body already shaking and she gave a soft whine.
Nolan: His eyes darkened a bit, why the fuck was she talking to him like that? He was going to let her do it though he wouldn't go too far with this, not tonight at least. He heard her whine and a small, low laugh slipped his lips. "I control when you cum" He simply said before he pulled the fingers out, standing up. He then grabbed her hips, pulling her up against him, spinning her around to face him taking a deep breath before, with not much attempt, he lifted her up and twirled her legs around her hips. "Lets get those filthy juices all over your Harley, shall we?" He grunted before he walked her over to the bike, settling her down on it. Holding his eyes on hers.
Layla gave a small huff before she was caught off guard at being lifted up. When he said something about her Harley, she narrowed her eyes at him. Her Harley was not meant to be used like that. Ever. It was her child. Her pride and joy. Though at this point all she wanted was for him to either touch her or fuck her, laughing as she kept her legs coiled around him. "Finally christening my bike, I'm so proud."
Nolan: "You should be" He murmured before he got down to his knees, leaning in, not even giving her a second to thing before he lapped over her center with his tongue, then pressing it deep inside of her, gripping her knees and pulling them over her shoulder, letting his fingers dig down on her flesh, his eyes were placed on hers, as he greedily licked up all of her juices. His lips then started to suck around her clit, letting his tongue twirl around it.
Layla groaned as her hands went down to tangle in his hair, giving small tugs at it and wiggling around on the seat of her bike. Eyes closing, she twisted her fingers around his strands and pushed his face into her, emitting a purr like sound from her lips and she felt herself getting closer suddenly, trying to push him back so she didn't come.
Nolan: His eyes darted up to her as she started to push back, he grabbed her knees and pulled her even closer, yet again he flicked his tongue over her clit before he started to suck on it again, he then pushed his fingers through her wetness, letting them enter her in a sharp thrust.
Layla thought he was being cruel right now and released his hair to grip onto her bike, her breaths coming in soft pants as she got closer and closer, wiggling now and starting to come hard against him, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she cried out, the sound echoing off the walls.
Nolan: He rode out her orgasm, letting her feel the full pleasure, he also gave her a few seconds to enjoy the aftershocks. He then suddenly pulled back, and in a flash he was between her legs, fisting his hand around her hair and yanking her head back hard so she would look at him. "What the fuck did I just tell you?" He hissed before he spit right on to her lips, taking his hand and smeared it all over her face, before she could even think he was pressed against her entrance and rammed himself inside of her, not bother being gentle.
Layla hissed at the sudden yank of her hair, crying out before she looked at him, clenching her eyes closed at the spit being smeared across her face, going to say something but didn't have a chance as he slammed into her, her legs coiling around him tightly and her nails finding his back to dig into his back hard enough to break skin. "I'm not sorry."
Nolan: "Your such a shameless little bitch." He hissed, and continued thrusting against her, leaning in to bite down on her shoulder, making bitemarks all over it. He gripped her hips with one hand the other one supporting them by gripping on to her bike, giving him the chance to thrust deeper inside of her. He let out a small groan feeling how he already was loosing control.
Layla moved her hand up to grip his hair again, pushing her hips up into him with a grin. "And you like it or else you would have stopped." She growled out, using her other hand to settle on the bike, which was steadily rocking under them. "I can tell you're close," she whispered into his ear. "Why don't you come and fill me up and then we can go inside...and you can do it all over again in my room."
Nolan: It didn't take him long before he with one last thrust came deep inside of her, he held her close to him, biting down on her neck as a small, muted growl slipped his lips. He let his forehead rest against her shoulder before he let out a small breath, finding her eyes, a crocked smile playing at his lips, his breath shallow. "That.. was fucking amazing"
Layla craned her neck just slightly at the bite and then relaxed slightly against him, letting her breathing become as normal as it could right now. Her head swimming from the coke and that slight feeling of being indestructible coursing through her. "Uh huh. That was...that was good." Licking her lips, she nuzzled into his neck.
Nolan: He pulled back a little, and with a surprisingly soft gesture, he let his hand trail over to her cheek, softly pulling it up so he could lean in to press a kiss against her lips, letting his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer before slowly lifting her up without breaking the kiss.
Layla was surprised by the sudden gentle gesture, she wasn't expecting it from Nolan at all given his usual gruff nature. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held onto him as she was carried, watching as they passed the table and the clothes that laid there with a small snicker. "Where are you taking me now?"
Nolan: "To your bed" He whispered and pressed her against him, walking over the hall before finding her bedroom door, not bothering with turning on the lights, he manages to pull away the covers and slowly placed her on the bed following right after, pressing her to him. He let one hand slide down her side, finding her eyes in the dim light of her bedroom. Whispering, running his thumb over her lower lip. "You want to sleep?"
Layla knew that Nolan knew the way around her house in the dark, it wasn't much of a surprise that he found his way to her bed without any trouble. She didn't put many lights around her place, preferring the dark and then nipped his finger lightly. "Mmm, not really." She laughed and kept her hands to herself, she didn't cuddle. Nolan didn't cuddle. It was best to not allow herself the illusion that he would allow it even once. "You?"
Nolan: He held his eyes on hers, brushing a stray of hair behind her ear before moving his hand under his head, but kept on looking at her, then whispering. "Mh, my mind is debating it. He crawled in closer, brushing his lips over hers. "My body really want to sleep this close to you right now." His mind was working fast and hard, he knew this game, she might not know it, but he had used it before.
Layla gave a soft laugh and brushed her nose against his before flipping so her back was to him, the little demon wings tattoo showing as she closed her eyes. She hated feeling sleepy, but that's usually what happened after the initial crash started happening. "Yeah, fine. I guess I can allow it this once, but don't get used to it. Got it?"
Nolan: He chuckled lowly before gently letting and arms scoop around her waist, pulling her closer, letting his lips wander over her tattoo. "I like this one" He murmured and gave her shoulder a soft nibble. "Mh, Good night, Lay.." He whispered in her ear, pressing a kiss against her cheek before lowering his head back to the pillows, knowing this wouldn't be the last time, and he would get her used to it.
Layla was just a little out of sorts with being cuddled like this. She hadn't really done this in a long time, instead of fighting it though, she let her head burrow into her pilllow. "Yeah, goodnight." The question was, would he be there in the morning or would he be gone like all the other times?
Ash knew that the school was uneasy. She could feel it when she walked down the halls or looked around the common room at the other students – people were scared; they were uneasy and frightened of the unknown. Of course, Ash was too. She was scared that someone was out to get the students of Hogwarts and was starting at the top. Who would be next? The thought that someone in the castle wanted to harm other students was perhaps the most worrying thing of all, and Ash didn’t carry it around lightly. She felt weighted – like there was something sitting on her shoulders, pressing down until she almost couldn’t breathe. Something inside of her was tugging and calling to her impatiently; the insistent niggle that told her she should be doing something to help. But what? Nolan was in the Hospital Wing, and there was no guarantee that he would even remember anything. Was there potentially evidence on the pitch? Ash thought over the pieces of the puzzle while pacing the dorms of Hufflepuff house until her brain was almost overflowing with information. One thing was certain: she couldn’t sit idly by and trust the case to others.
Grabbing her wand and a jacket, Ash slipped it on and headed out through the round portrait hole, stepping quickly and quietly. She knew she wouldn’t be in trouble for being out of bed this late – she was a prefect after all – but she also wasn’t the best liar; if asked, she’d likely spill her true intention before she could even take another breath. With her eyes peeled and her wand tight in her hand, she took several shortcuts up to the Hospital Wing before slipping through the double doors, quiet as a ghost.
