After her run in with Ether in Diagon, Shea had decided to skip the more elaborate dinner of roasted chicken and vegetables, and instead opted for some quick, but delicious take out chinese from a small shop near her flat in Fox Rock. She had planned to head right on over to Hectors after prepping the food at her flat, but seeing Ether for the first time in a number of years had taken the wind right out of her sails. And truth be told, Shea wanted some time to pull her thoughts together if she was going to be dropping something like she and Ether in Hectors lap. Part of her was glad that she had made the decision to tell him, but another part of her was afraid of what his reaction might be.
It wasn’t as though Hector had a whole lot of ground to stand on in terms of being able to judge her for what had happened, and they hadn’t even been a couple at the time, but there was just that one small part of her that couldn’t help but wonder. But the witch forced herself to push all those thoughts aside for a moment as she climbed the stairs to Hector’s flat. One step at at time she told herself, literally. When she reached the top of the steps Shea knocked sharply on the door twice, not wanting to startle the man within, knowing how immersive writing could be. Shea didn’t wait long before trying the door knob, knowing that it would likely be open. Satisfied to find that it was, the dark haired woman slipped inside before shutting it firmly behind her “Knock knock” she called out as she made her way to the kitchen to set down their dinner.
With her arms freed, Shea poked her head into the next room, and found her best friend exactly where she’d expected to find him; at his desk with a quill in his hand. Grinning at him, the Irishwoman crossed the room in a few easy steps before stopping beside him and kissing him on the cheek “Have you eaten anything recently?” She asked, her tone light.
