Who: Wesley Shields and Cassie Merriweather What: Squabbling friends. Where: Cassie's flat When: Sunday afternoon - 9/20 Rating: PG-13, knowing Wesley and his pottymouth.
Since Wesley had quit his job so that he could go to Hawaii with Louis, he was pretty bored. And getting poor. His mum had taken pity on him and give him some Muggle money to chance into galleons and sickles so that he could buy things like food and deodorant. Living with Louis was great though, though Wesley even had to wonder how Louis could afford such a badass flat working part-time at a pub. He was pretty sure there was something fishy going on, but Wes hadn't asked yet.
Louis was gone again, so Wesley found himself ULTRA BORED. So bored, he decided to go to Cassie's house even though she was mad at him. Or not happy with him. Same thing, in his eyes. There was a part of him who wanted to just pretend the last couple weeks hadn't happened so that they could go back to eating ice cream and being silly. Talking about things wasn't fun, especially seriously. He just wanted his mate back; no drama, no silliness -- just the old trio back to normal.
On his way, he stopped by a cafe and picked up two bagels and two small coffees to bring to Cassie's place. He thought she might appreciate breakfast. It could be a peace offering of some sort. He couldn't remember if she even liked bagels or coffee, but Wes hoped so. He had ingrained the nacho-hatred into his brain (hopefully for the last time) and would never bring that to her. Carefully holding his back and two hot coffees, Wesley used his elbow to knock on her door. Normally, he waltzed right in, but with full hands it was sort of hard to do.