Well, Well, Well [closed]
Well, well, well. What did we have here?
He shifted his focus from the brunette standing beside him, turning to flatten his back against the slick cherry wood of bar edge there behind him. One ankle crossed over the other, his trousers lifting just slightly at the movement, exposing the Golden Snitch socks he was wearing with his suit. Old habits did die hard for Cormac McLaggen, admittedly.
But all he could think about in that moment was the shock of blond hair that was across from him, in the middle of a crowd, talking to someone he honestly couldn't care less about. No- not when Zoey Ferris was standing there.
He had to think to remember the last time he saw her- ages, really. Did it go as far back as school? He couldn't put a finger on it, but it hardly mattered. She was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in the flesh-
Well, not enough in the flesh, now that he thought about it.
But still.
He licked at his lips, grinning, wondering if he would make the first move.
He had come with friends from work for happy hour, but he'd ended up in a rather lengthy conversation with that brunette wondering if it would garner him a visit to her flat - instead it had been hours of debate about the current political climate and frankly, he had lost all attraction.
But Zoey Ferris? That certainly peaked his interest.
He shifted his focus from the brunette standing beside him, turning to flatten his back against the slick cherry wood of bar edge there behind him. One ankle crossed over the other, his trousers lifting just slightly at the movement, exposing the Golden Snitch socks he was wearing with his suit. Old habits did die hard for Cormac McLaggen, admittedly.
But all he could think about in that moment was the shock of blond hair that was across from him, in the middle of a crowd, talking to someone he honestly couldn't care less about. No- not when Zoey Ferris was standing there.
He had to think to remember the last time he saw her- ages, really. Did it go as far back as school? He couldn't put a finger on it, but it hardly mattered. She was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in the flesh-
Well, not enough in the flesh, now that he thought about it.
But still.
He licked at his lips, grinning, wondering if he would make the first move.
He had come with friends from work for happy hour, but he'd ended up in a rather lengthy conversation with that brunette wondering if it would garner him a visit to her flat - instead it had been hours of debate about the current political climate and frankly, he had lost all attraction.
But Zoey Ferris? That certainly peaked his interest.