Who: Myron and ANYONE (the more the merrier) When: Monday Afternoon Where: Pub What: Myron is devastated and has turned to booze.
There was a disgusting irony in writing a smug love song just moments before you were dumped. He'd been at his piano, lightly touching the keys and trying to find the right melody when Hermione arrived. Her eyes were red and her hair was a frizzed mess. Myron jumped up and hurried over to her, just to witness Hermione take a step back.
She explained it well. The press was worse than she thought and the fans were anything but kind. Too many young witches who thought they should have Myron and blamed Hermione for their lot in life. Her job came first, she told him, and she couldn't allow the distraction. It wasn't a lack of love. He wished it had been. No, this was a pragmatic decision and it left him reeling.
Kirley wasn't home. And, if he were being honest, Myron didn't want to talk to someone who was disgustingly in love. That didn't help. He wanted to drink. Okay, so he'd promised Gid, but fuck. Gid would forgive him.
So he found himself at the pub, sitting down with a bottle of gin, and a glass he'd stop bothering to fill ages ago.
It served him right, really, for thinking he was going to be happy.