 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ash was fashionably late, the fashion being that it had taken forever to get out of the house when she felt like garbage and didn't want to go anywhere. But she was here- she was here, hoping that Evan hadn't given up on her and left already. And it was a nice day. And stuff.
Dressed in jeans and a purple sweater, Ash looked around the leaky cauldron for her friend. Only she didn't see him, so she stood around until someone pointed her in Evan's direction. She followed out to the courtyard, grinning just a little when she spotted him. She ran over, then stopped a little in front of him as she decided whether to sit down or ask for a hug... She held out her arms. "Can I hug you? Or have a hug? Or?" Please? |