Ghosts of Challenges Past(Emilian/Storm)

[Emilian Sota]

"Just...just f~ off," Emilian said, rounding the counter to head upstairs and refusing to look at his once-friend. Everything could be locked up from a safe space upstairs. With a bottle of vodka. Life sucked. It hurt. It was pointless. And somehow this conversation had managed to drag him enough out of apathy and acceptance that he wanted to rant and fight. But he was better than that now, wasn't he? No, he'd just send an owl to an escort and get drunk, and that was just more pathetic.

[Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou]

Storm stood there a moment longer a brow raised and eyes narrowed. There was nothing she could do, and she just had to accept that. With this over, she turned on her heel to leave pausing at the door a moment longer and stepping into the streets of Hogsmeade. It was time she went back home to figure out what she was going to do with the home that had history and memories.