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Harry sends through the address of a bar sh pub type of ce and tells me that he will be there at
six. I pass the information on to Bemy and Megan and she contacts Darrien. Megan then insists on
dragging me upstairs and picking out something cute to wear to dinner. When I object, she reminds me
that it’s not like she’s getting to go out muchtely and to let her have this. I give in. I know when to pick
my battles and this one isn’t worth the energy. If she wants to pick out my clothes and put my hair in
some overlyplicated twin braids, then I’m happy enough to go along with her. I have to reluctantl
admit that it is kind. of fun. I do find myself about ready to poke Megan with a stick though when she
rejects five outfits for herself in a row.
“Is there a reason that you’re freaking out and have suddenly bepletely incapable of picking
so much as a pair of pants?” I demand, hands on my hips. We’re literally just going to a pub with
friends, I’ve never seen her struggle so much before. Megan groans and copses
into her bed.
“You’re no help!” Sheins.
“I don’t know what you’re looking for! What’s wrong with that green dress?” I answer in
exasperation.
‘Sorry, I just… Darrien ising… and. Ugh.” She buries her face in a pillow. Darrien? She sees him
basically every day. He has probably seen just about every outfit she owns and he’s seen her looking
like an absolute mess. Why is she so stressed about it now?
“Why is Darrien a problem?” I ask.
“Because he knows too much.” She answers darkly, sitting up and staring at me.
“How so?” I persist.
“Well… He knows how I dress. So if I dress too nice, he’s going to think it’s for him, but if I
don’t put in any effort, he’s going to think something is wrong or that I’m trying to
discourage him. Ugh, now all my clothes are just wrong!” She exins.
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“So you’re worried that he’s going to think you’re dressing for him?” I ask.
“Pretty much.” She sighs.
“Aren’t you?”
“Aren’t I what?”
“Dressing for him? I mean, if you weren’t you wouldn’t be thinking about it so much.” I point out. Megan
frowns.
“Huh, I guess you’re right. Not that it helps me decide what to wear…” Sheys back on the bed again
and stares at the ceiling.
“Well, what do you want him to think of you?” I reason. She considers for a minute.
“I want him to think I’m okay. Like, that I’m not all broken and traumatised from Tristain and that I’m
capable of pulling myself together and moving on.” She.sums up.
“And is that the truth?” I question.
?
“Yeah, or at least I WANT it to be the truth. Is that the same thing?” She asks, almost meekly. It’s very
different from her usual confident, brash attitude.
“Close enough. In that case, wear your green dress. It makes your gold eyes look stunning and your
waist look tiny. I can promise that he cares less about your wearing and more about if you look happy
wearing it. Seriously, he’s pretty obsessed with you.” I admit. Megan blushes.
“I- I… okay. If you say so.” She answers shyly before hopping up and pulling on the emerald
green dress. Hey, I think I’m getting better at this girl talk thing?
At six on the dot Bemy, Darrien, Megan and I walk into a ce called ‘Witches Booze‘. It looks like a
kind ofbination of a bar and pub. Like it mostly seems like a ce for drinking, but also food is an
option. The music is pretty good and the ce is definitely decorated in a very Witchy theme, but
somehow it looks quirky and cool rather than cheezy. I
immediately love the ce.
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“You know, I was a little concerned that we were letting Harry pick the ce, but this actually looks
pretty cool.” Meganments. Darrien nods his agreement and even Bemy seems pretty
impressed.
“d to hear you have so little faith in me.” Harry remarks dryly from behind us. Megan whirls around
with a yelp.
“Harry?” She asks awkwardly. Oh yeah, she’s never actually met him in person before. I keep
forgetting. It sometimes feels like we’ve all known each other for much longer than we really have.
“The one and only gorgeous. I assume you are the lovely Megan?” He says with a wink and she
giggles. Darrien’s expression is stormy and I can’t help but giggle.
“Hey Harry!” I greet him.
from
“Hey Ry!” He imitates my pitch and tone, then immediately drags me out of Bemy’s arms and into a
one armed hug. Iugh and hug him back before stepping away and back to Bemy’s side. I take his
hand and squeeze it to soothe his jealous side and he gives me a half smile. Harry smirks. He knows
exactly what he’s doing. He might be interested in someone right now, but he’s still an Incubus and he
likes causing trouble. As I step away
Harry I realise something that I had somehow missed before. In all the strings around us, mine to
Bemy and Megan, Megan and Darrien’s and of course all the other ones in the ce, I didn’t
immediately see the bright red thread streaming straight from Harry’s chest. Okay, I’m always curious
about who people are fated to, but I am especially excited to see who the flirtatious, mischievous
Incubus is meant for. I follow the string with my eyes, trying
to look around casually. I don’t want it to be super obvious. I don’t usually have to worry about that, but
since I’m with a whole group of people who know about my magic and pay a lot of attention to me, I
want to be a little more cautious. I can’t see the end of the string, but I’m pretty sure it leads up towards
the bar. At least I know it’s someone in the ce, otherwise I would have to convince Bemy to go for
a walk with me so we could follow the string. I can see that the string is solid, so whoever it is, Harry
has met them before. I have my suspicions of who it might be and I can’t wait to find out if I’m right.
Harry dramatically sweeps out an arm, gesturing for us to follow him. He takes us to afortable
looking booth. that has enough space for about six people, maybe more if they’refortable sitting
close to each other. Or if they’re small people I guess. Either way, it’s plenty of space for the five of us
to sitfortably. We settle in with Bemy and I next to each other up against the wall. Harry is on the
side to my right and Megan and Darrien are on Bemy’s left across from
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Harry.
Harry grabbed us menus on our way to the seats and he distributes them among us and makes
rmendations about the food. He continues as he usually does, flirting and joking with Megan and I
while teasing the guys.
“So Megan, you’re still single right? You shoulde sit next to me.” He says with a wink. Darrien and
Bemy both look murderous. I roll my eyes and p Harry on the shoulder.
e even eaten yet. The guys will get
“She’s not for you Harry. Don’t cause trouble before we’ve even eaten yet. The
cranky.” I remind him.
“Oh fine, fine. I’ll behave myself. Just for you.” He says with a smirk. I shuffle over in the seat to lean
into Bemy who has his arm back on the seat behind me. Bemy smirks back as he drops his hand
so it brushes my shoulder. Well, at least this is going better thanst time. Bemy and Harry
interacted?
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