𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞⁽ʰᵃʳʳʸᵖᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ ˣ ᵒᶜ⁾

- 15 -

"What?" Nora said innocently.

"I am not wearing this." Ashlynn demanded, glancing down at the costume on her desk.

It was a dark green leotard that had leaves covering it entirely. A long cut was made in the middle of the outfit, revealing a lot of skin. Attached to it was a mesh skirt that had strings of vines draping down to her feet. It was absolutely sexy and all, but it was way out of Ashlynn's comfort zone.

"Why not?" Nora pouted. "I spent so long making that." Ashlynn gave her an exasperated look. "Okay, I found it on etsy, but it's so cute, you have to wear it. Please. It's my birthday week, and you have to do as I say." Ashlynn looked into her puppy doe-eye orbs, finding herself subconsciously nodding. "Yay!" Nora cheered like a five year old kid.

"Please don't tell me you are actually going to wear that, love." Harry said quietly as the two watched the girl in front of them twerk like a weirdo.

"Don't worry, my love. I'm gonna add my own adjustments so I don't look like a prostitute." Ashlynn comments as she rubs his cheek with her thumb.

"Alright, alright." he sighed and leaned into her touch.

"Yuck, it's like I'm watching those sucky soap operas on Netflix. So....I'm gonna bounce, but don't forget about tomorrow. My party is going to be flipping amazing and hot and sexy and everything you wish for when you go to a strip club that doesn't have white chicks that are completely flat. So, for the sake of god, please dress hot. Or, you know what, just come naked. I think that'll be a better idea. Ciao!" With a final salute, she was out the door.

"Okay, cool." Ashlynn commented. Harry watched her with slightly wide eyes as she put the costume back in the paper bag.

"We aren't going to come naked, right?" Harry questioned slowly, horrible thoughts going through his mind at the mere thought.

"Are we - what? Harry you - no, we are not going naked. This idiot." Ashlynn muttered the last part in disbelief.

"I don't know, you said 'okay cool', what was I supposed to think?"

"Have you ever heard the term sarcastic before?"

"Yes -"

"Then stop being stupid!"

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Ashlynn was running around the Ministry, attending different meetings that were being held. She was walking out of one of her meetings about werewolf rights when she saw Mark leaning against the opposite wall with his head down. Hearing the door open, he snapped his heads towards it and locked eyes with her.

The red head speed walked down the hall and into one of the lifts, but before she could close the door, he had slipped through it. She moved to one side of the lift and kept her distance away from him.

"I want to talk."

"Then talk, you don't need my permission to speak. You aren't a trained show dog." Ashlynn snapped. He was the last person she wanted to see, but the gods decided to show no mercy.

"When did you get the attitude?

"When you first opened your mouth. Horrible breath gets horrible words."

"Okay, drop it. I'm trying to have a civil conversation."

"Technically we are. I'm just adding a snide remark here and there. No harm in that, unless you really stooped that low."

"Well, stop with the snide remarks."

Ashlynn smiled sweetly, looking straight ahead. She could feel his eyes boring into the side of her face, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion by her expression. "No."