Still grieving

[Ava King]

It had been a long time; though it felt like it had happened just yesterday. It had only been two months since the ring actually came off of her finger. She had put it on a chain, and around her neck. And there it would stay, and Ava didn't think it was ever going to come off. She would never stop missing Nicolas. Terrible, lonely thoughts often ran through her head. She spent a thousand lonely nights, both wanting to go out, but needing to stay home.
Tonight had taken a great deal for her to actually push herself out of her house. Ava often wanted to go out with some of her friends, but she could hardly blame them for not being able to. They had their own families, and so would she, if it hadn't been for a terrible person ruining her life. It wasn't fair that one person had ruined her. That one person thought it was okay to take someone else's life away from them. What gave her the right?! If she hadn't done it, Ava would be at home with her husband. Or out with him. Instead, she was sat at a bar by herself. Nothing near the school. It would be terrible to run into a parent, or a student, being a brightstone weekend. Ava was beginning to wonder how this was better than being at home alone. Now, she was just out, watching other people having fun, being in love. She was holding her firewhiskey tightly, taking another sip, enjoying the burning feeling. Ava didn't think she would be able to last much longer sitting by herself.

 

[Zannon Matthias]

Zannon Matthias, long after being released from Azkaban and trying to check on his ex wife only to find her married and with children to some big shot Auror. So, Zannon was alone. And he hated being alone. Zannon was a former criminal, and already, he came back to New Zealand only to see his brother as the deputy minister. Zannon found himself back in the pub, since he had no reason to be anywhere else. His family were fighting over who would be the next leader, and he himself did not care. He wanted to do what he wanted, and to control what he wanted. So, right now, he was on the prowl for someone that he could spend some time with. He walked up to the bar, and sat down next to a woman about his age. He ordered a glass of firewhiskey and took a good drink of it. His golden eyes loomed to the woman next to him, before sipping once more. He decided to talk, "So, what brings you here?" His eyebrow quirked up as his free hand scratched his bearded chin. He was a little on the rugged side, with his wizarding robes tattered and beaten, but not like, homelessness or something. It just showed that he did not care much, and he likely would never. Zannon took another good drink of his firewhiskey, smirking a bit when the fiery liquid burned his throat. He would never get used to the feeling, no matter how much he drank.​

 

[Ava King]

Ava snapped out of her stupor when a man next to her spoke. Though she had wanted company, she was taken aback that someone actually came to speak to her. She chuckled softly at his question; but it wasn't a happy chuckle. "An empty house." Ava stated, lifting her bottle of firewhiskey in the air slightly, as if for a cheers, before downing the drink, finishing it quickly. Turning on her seat, Ava turned to face the man next to her. "What about yourself, Mr. Rugged?" She asked with a small smirk, giving the man a once over. He was very, very handsome. And Ava was very, very lonely. Even if they just spent the night talking, the Headmistress would appreciate the company - if he was a good talker that was. She was feeling slightly buzzed, a light weight after not having much to drunk for a good chunk of her life. One arm was rested on the bar, the other absentmindedly playing with her ring on her necklace.

 

[Zannon Matthias]

An empty house eh? Zannon thought that he could work with that. So, she was lonely. He could really use that to get her into his bed. Or hers. Maybe. She was not happy, that much he could tell. He nodded, "Same here. Would be nice to have someone there at times." He didn't care who she was, because she was good looking, and he could really use some entertainment. She also called him Mr. Rugged, which was true. He held out his hand, "Call me Zannon, sweetheart." Zannon would love knowing her name, if he could get that far. He noticed the ring on her necklace, before wondering if she was married before. It was truly none of his business. "So, how about we take our conversation elsewhere? It seems a little too... cramped here." There weren't many people at the bar, but maybe she was buzzed enough to not have the right judgement, as in seeing him as he truly was, a criminal. It wasn't that he tried to hide it and failed, it was that he didn't care.​

 

[Ava King]

Ava wondered if his comment on his empty house was simply a comment, or his way of subtle flirting. She smirked at his reply none-the-less. It was true. While being alone was peaceful, there was nothing like having somebody else in the house, or somebody to lie next to in bed. A slight blush graced her cheeks when he called her sweetheart. She hadn't been called sweetheart in years. She shook his hand gently, feeling the roughness of his skin. Her hand was hardly tiny anymore, but it felt dwarfish in his. "Ava." She responded, a small smile on her face. Ava was about to order another drink when Zannon offered them to go to another place. She chuckled, both at his forwardness, and the fact that it wasn't cramped. She thought about his offer for a moment. She didn't know him. She would have killed her daughter if she had brought anyone like him home - covered in tattoos. But, Ava was feeling giddy, and she had come to the pub to see if she could meet someone. Ava smirked at him. "Only if there's more drinks." Heaven knew she needed a good night out, and this didn't mean she was committing to anything. If she didn't feel comfortable, she was well within her rights, and abilities to leave whenever she wanted.

 

[Zannon Matthias]

Zannon smirking, his golden eyes flicking withe mischievousness. He held his hand out for her to take, before he would leave with her.

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Into the next morning, bottles of beer and whiskey rested on the floor of the bedroom of Zannon's. The apartment was clean, but it was small and modern class. He opened his eyes and turned his head over to look at the beautiful woman he managed to bed with the previous night. Zannon was not really a nice guy and all, but for having such a good time, he thought that he should at least pay her back for relieving his boredom. He got up out of his bed, got dressed and went into the kitchen where he ordered his elf to make Ava breakfast. As soon as it was ready, Zannon set the tray where he was on the bed, and walked over to the other side of the bed and gently rubbed her shoulder. "Hey, Ava, wake up. Got something for you." It was also in case she had a hangover from the previous night. He drank a lot so it never really made him have a headache. He was always under the influence one way or another, except in the mornings, he was always sober.

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[Ava King]

A gentle touch awakened Ava with a smile on her face, which immediately turned into a grimace as she opened her eyes. Why was it so light in here?! The lady rubbed her eyes, smiling at the man before her. In her dreams, it was Nicolas; but Zannon wasn't a bad sight to awaken to. Ava licked her chapped lips, her mouth dry and her head pounding. She hadn't drunk quite that much in a very long time. Memories of the night before were straggling into her head, as she pushed herself up so she was sitting, stifling a yawn and placing a hand on her forehead. Ava glanced at Zannon, one hand still on her head, as if it were going to help the headache. She smiled at him. "You do?"