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Aesop and the Cursed Date (Sharpuary 2024 Valentine prompt)

Happy Valentine's! Since it's a special day, I'm posting the whole story here. But if you want to read it on AO3, it's right >>>here<<<

Contains: very mild sexual themes

It was the first time, for a long time, that Aesop had picked up anything that would make him presentable.

He stood in front of his dresser mirror only clad with a towel. Droplets of water still dripped from his soggy, brown hair. His skin glowed after he scrubbed himself thoroughly. In the past, he settled for Scouring Charm to clean himself.

But not this time.

He made certain that not a single speck of dirt stuck to his skin or hair. It was a special day, and damn him if he would ruin it because of improper hygiene practices.

The silver razor glimmered against the lamplight. The temptation arose for him to use it to even out his beard scruff. But his leg protested whenever he stood too long. Perhaps Kathrina would not mind? She had seen him a lot of times, so it would not matter, would it? He sighed and opened a cylindrical container. The salve inside was advertised to be some sort of men’s cosmetic product. From what Aesop understood, he should have slicked his hair back as though he were some sort of modern teenage dream character.

However, in truth, it made him look like an old pervert with a bad comb-over.

Growling, he removed the sticky substance from his hair and opened another small canister. The clear, viscous gel was supposed to make one’s skin smooth and clear. In fact, Black had also boasted that the product was his secret for his ‘devilishly handsome’ looks. Despite his doubt, Aesop applied a small amount of the potion to his face. At least this did not make him feel as if he had dried leaves clinging to his cheeks.

Still, it felt like he had just slapped a sheet of leech mucus onto his face.

Next, he scanned his wardrobe for the best suit to wear. Rows of identical white shirts, brown vests, gray jackets, and a deep green coat greeted him. He sighed and looked for another set of clothing in his suitcases.

A zany shirt adorned with zig-zag colorful patterns caught his eye. However, this would most certainly make him stand out for the wrong reasons. Then, he discovered a maroon coat with a leather belt around the waist. The trousers would definitely make him stand out. Upon further digging, he also found a dark blue shirt printed with constellations and comets. How Abraham thought these clothes were fashionable... he did not know. All it screamed was, “Look at me! I’m an idiot!”

He let out a heavy sigh. Perhaps his usual attire would not look that bad?

Having dressed up, he went to his desk and spread parchment. The smooth, flowing ink adorned with flourishing made his hardened heart flutter. In front of him was Kathrina’s reply to his invitation for a Valentine’s date.

Dear Aesop,

I am honored to receive your request. Truthfully, I've been waiting for you to ask me for some time now. It warms my heart that you will spend this special occasion with me.

Your romantic gestures and kind words are very much appreciated. The rose you left on my table was the most thoughtful thing anyone has given to me in a long time. Please do not apologize for being too forward; rather, I am flattered by your genuine display of affection.

I look forward to spending the whole day with you on Valentine’s Day.

Sincerely,

Kathrina

The brief note still brought a smile to his lips.

Ever since the first letter he wrote for her became widely circulated in Hogwarts, his feelings for her have become the center of attention. His attempts at hiding his attraction towards her were rendered futile after Black blurted it out to the whole faculty staff. The nosy son-of-a-bitch guy couldn't stop meddling in others' affairs. As a result, rumors were bound to spread and people would embellish them beyond recognition. But he had no intention of quashing them as they were quite close to the truth. He thought about the Alchemy Professor more often than necessary.

Still, he wished to vanquish Peeves for spreading out his love letters. How humiliating it was for that blasted poltergeist to fly about, cackling like a deranged bastard and yelling, “Who wants some cornbread and red wine from Mr. Lovesick?”

He shook the memories away. There was no reason for him to be angry about what happened. Instead, he took out another set of parchment and scribbled the schedule he planned.

1. Pick Kathrina up in her classroom.

2. Have a lovely picnic breakfast by the Black Lake.

3. Walk along the countryside road leading to the Valentine’s Carnival.

4. Spend the afternoon strolling around the carnival grounds.

5. Have a candlelight dinner with her and watch the fireworks on top of the Astronomy Tower.

6. Wait for the meteor shower.

7. Take her back to her chambers. (Maybe give her a goodnight kiss?)

It was a simple and straightforward itinerary. Yet, the mere idea of stepping outside his comfort zone was enough to make Aesop tremble with excitement. Years had passed since the accident, and he feared he had lost his appeal to any sane woman. After all, how would a damaged man ever gain the affections of a beautiful, spirited woman?

But she proved him wrong.

In their frequent exchanges, she never mentioned his scar once. Treating him like any other wizard, she earned his immense gratitude. Finally, the walls he had built to protect himself started crumbling down. Slowly but surely, she chipped his armor off and revealed the vulnerable man underneath.

Yes. There was still hope for a man like him.

Grinning, he picked up the bouquet of yellow daffodils resting on a potting tray. He casted Aguamenti before giving them a light shower of water. After drying them off with a quick charm, he stared at the blooming flowers. Aesop remembered Kathrina mentioned that these particular flowers grew in abundance where she lived. She would love the fact that he recalled a passing detail. He could imagine the smile in her face as she sniffed the fresh floral scent. Perhaps it would bring a glimmer of nostalgia in her eyes.

Though he was confident in his choice of gifts, Aesop still checked his appearance on the mirror. Hair? Check. Beard? Check. Breath? Check. Suit? Check. After a final brush-up on his outfit, he pocketed his wand, grabbed the flower, and headed out.

As Aesop left, Black approached him with a scowl. His eyes squinted, and his bushy mustache bristled. With a voice gruff and accusatory, he demanded, “Sharp, have you forgotten the regular batch of cures?”

“No. I didn’t, sir,” Aesop replied. “Your... medicine will last until Friday next week. I am sure it can—”

“I need a new batch now.”

“Pardon?”

“Are you deaf? I said, I need a new batch now.”

His expression faltered. “Sir, with all due respect, that isn’t possible. If you recall, today’s Valentine’s Day and we’ve already had plans.”

The headmaster tilted his chin up and crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you think your love life is more important than my health, professor?”

“We are not talking about a life or death situation here, Professor Black. You can manage without your medication for three days. It’s not like the first time you tried that.”

“Don’t act as if you understand my medical condition!”

The younger man merely narrowed his eyes, sighing at his headmaster’s overbearing attitude. “Fine. I’ll brew a new batch on Thursday morning and deliver it to your office after breakfast. That would have to do for the meantime.”

Aesop attempted to walk past the obstinate older man, but he seized his arm with surprising strength. “Peeves just spilled my medication and I can’t sit in the Great Hall surrounded by all those rowdy students. Imagine what they would say when they see their Headmaster haggard and miserable? Are you going to subject your hardworking, brilliant superior to such humiliation, Professor Sharp?”

He rolled his eyes. Black was fantastic at making his problems sound so damn urgent. This was nothing but a poor attempt to guilt-trip him into doing whatever he wanted. With a sigh, he tried to make a compromise. “I can make three vials, but the rest have to be brewed tomorrow morning.”

There was a hint of hesitation in his voice, “Three vials wouldn’t last until the morning.”

“Then perhaps you should cut the portion size a little bit. You don’t need to drink the entire bottle of Cure for Boil—”

“May I remind you that my condition is strictly confidential, Professor Sharp?”

Aesop rubbed his temples as he felt an impending headache forming. “Very well. I’ll get your infernal potion ready at the earliest opportunity, Professor Black.”

“Good!”

The headmaster let go of the Potions Professor and left.

He groaned. The stubborn fool changed his mind, precisely when he desired solitude with Kathrina. How irritating it was for Professor Black to command him like he was his lackey! Shaking his head, he limped down to his office as fast as he could to brew three bottles of Cures for Boils. He glanced at the clock. It was almost six in the morning and his date would begin in 30 minutes. Damn. There was no chance for him to pick up Kathrina now. She would just have to wait.

Inside the empty Potion’s room, Aesop eyed the large, stone cauldron placed in the middle. Quickly, he placed the bouquet of yellow daffodils on top of his supplies shelf, fired up the cauldron, and began brewing three batches of the requested concoction. With practiced efficiency, he bottled up the vials and send it to a house-elf for delivery. Black always wanted him to deliver the potions personally, but Aesop was not in the mood for his ridiculous requests. Besides, there were more pressing matters to attend to.

Grabbing the yellow flowers on the desk, he rushed out of his classroom. According to his pocket watch, he was already ten minutes late. Fucking hell. Kathrina must be very disappointed in him. Would she be understanding about his circumstances? Or would she berate him for wasting her time? He grimaced, trying his best not to be distracted by negative thoughts.

The stairs leading to the Alchemy Classroom was long and arduous. It was on the other end of the dungeons, and he cursed the Hogwarts architects for failing to account for disability access. His limp slowed him down, making every step agonizingly painful. He leaned onto the wall, gasping for air, feeling his leg protest with the overexertion. Popping Wiggenweld into his mouth, the liquid soothed the pain in seconds.

Resuming his trek, Aesop passed by a couple of sixth and seventh years holding hands and giggling incessantly. He could not help but smile. Valentine's day weekend was a perfect time for lovers to spend together. Not that he minded. In fact, the romantic atmosphere may facilitate developing his relationship with Kathrina.

A loud bang sounded, and thick purple smoke emerged from an open doorway. And within the cloud, Peeves rushed in with a bucket in his hand. “Bombs away!” he cackled, flinging a handful of bright, shining glitters.

Aesop tried to protect himself, but it was too late. The flying sparkles coated his shirt, trousers, coat, hair, and beard with sticky glitter dust. It looked like he just went to a wild, drinking party. In desperation, he shook his body vigorously to remove the offending material, but they only stuck closer to his clothing.

“Now you look stunning, Professor Sharp!” the poltergeist called out.

Glaring, he chased after the rude entity. “Get back here, Peeves, and fix this mess!”

“If you want to catch me, you gotta move faster, old man!” it called out and phased through the wall, escaping Aesop’s grasp.

“By Merlin’s saggy left testicle! What in Morgana’s name did I do to deserve this torture?!” he yelled in frustration. Despite wanting to change, why did the Fates conspire against him? Was the cosmos so bent on making his life miserable? He sighed. No. He would not accept such mockery. No reason for him to stop moving forward despite the misadventures.

Steeling his resolve, he hurried towards the Alchemy Room, ignoring the confused stares of the other teachers and students. By the time he saw the door to the classroom, he saw Kathrina coming out with her bags and equipment. She carried a picnic basket covered with a checkered red and white cloth. She wore a white and blue blouse with a white long skirt and brown boots. Her auburn hair cascaded in curls over her shoulders. When she met his gaze, her honey gold eyes lit up with glee.

He stood up straight, combed his messy hair with his fingers, and tried his best to look presentable. Aesop gave a small bow, greeting the Alchemy Professor. “Professor Holmes...” he began.

“I think Kathrina will be fine,” she giggled.

Heat crept up to his cheeks as he cleared his throat. “Ah yes, Kathrina. Thank you for waiting for me.”

Her gaze softened as her eyes traveled to his feet. “Is your leg not giving you any trouble? You look like you ran a marathon for the past hour.”

“Ah, I have to run. You see Black has a special request that involves...uh... a cure for boils.” He coughed. “Anyway, the potions are finished and sent to his office.”

“Why, Professor Sharp. You’re so kind.”

He blinked. “Pardon?”

“You are kind to accommodate Professor Black in his illness. That is very selfless of you. Even if he has a tendency to boss you around, you still attempt to look after his wellbeing.”

He raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement. “Well, I would not go that far,” he said while scratching the back of his head. Then he noticed the glitter still sticking to his clothing and boots. Sighing, he pulled out his wand and cast Scourgify. “I apologize. I just met Peeves on my way here. And he gave me a...makeover.”

She giggled. “It seems like you had quite an adventure. Still, you look very dashing, Aesop.”

His face heated and his pulse sped up upon hearing her say his name. When was the last time a woman paid so much attention to his appearance? Clearing his throat, he handed her the bouquet of yellow daffodils. “For you,” he said nervously.

“Really? These are my favorites. How did you know?” she squeed. But the moment she touched the flowers, it sprang up to life.

HONK!

Aesop could not believe what he had heard.

HONK! HONK! HONK!

He tried to remember what had just happened. He went to his classroom, placed the yellow daffodils beside his supply cabinet, brewed the potion, left the room... Where did he go wrong?

Then the realization dawned on him. There were honking daffodils in the supply cabinet. Those flowers were potent in the experimental potion he was working on. And in his panic, he grabbed the honking ones instead of the regular daffodils. Why, oh, why, did it have to be that plant?

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

He clutched his head, trying his best to calm down and suppress the embarrassment he was feeling. First, he was late, then he got showered with glitter, and now he gave his date an annoying batch of living flowers. Perhaps he should not have bothered fixing himself up? After all, he was nothing but a scruffy, clumsy, pathetic excuse for a man. He had ruined his chances with her.

But Kathrina let out a laugh. It was not the derisive kind. Rather, her voice soothed his fears and assured him he had not screwed up. “They look pretty!” she exclaimed, grinning as she caressed the petals of the noisy plants.

He sighed in relief. “I’m sorry,” he apologized again, “I wanted to give you a perfect first gift, but it seems I even messed up that one.”

“I think this is perfect!”

“Huh?”

Kathrina grinned broadly. “Everyone I see in this school is giving chocolates, flowers, stuffed toys, jewelry... The gifts seem impersonal. But this?” she motioned at the lively, honking flowers. “This is absolutely perfect!”

“Are you sure?”

She laughed. “Of course, silly!” she said while slapping his arm, “No one in their right mind will give his date a bouquet of honking daffodils!”

Aesop did not know whether to laugh or cry. But he would do neither. Instead, he smiled back, relieved that the misunderstanding did not ruin the start of their first date. “Shall we get going? The picnic at the lake awaits.”

She nodded. “Wait, let me put these lovely daffodils in a pot so we can keep them alive.”

“Of course!” he chuckled.

He watched her as she gently dug a hole on the soil, transplanted the roots of the lively flowers, and filled the cavity with soil. After that, she placed the potted plant in her classroom and summoned a watering can. She poured water over the clay pot before turning back to him. Aesop offered her his hand. Without hesitation, she intertwined her fingers with his own. Together, they walked across the castle grounds and made their way towards the Black Lake.

♥♥♥

Aesop held out his arm so Kathrina could latch onto him. “You might slip on the grass,” he explained, which made her giggle. The pair continued walking to the edge of the Black Lake. As they made their way there, Aesop realized that this was the first time that he went on a picnic since his injury. In the past, women would constantly flock to him, always begging for favors, money, and gifts. In exchange for his company, he could receive free meals and entertainment. Sex and company never lacked in his bachelor’s life.

But ever since his accident, oh how those people vanished when they saw him sprawled helplessly in St. Mungo’s. The ones who had called him, ‘My hero,’ became complete strangers once the limelight was gone. Not one of his former flings asked how he was doing. They were quick to replace him and find better partners. His closest friends, if he could call them that, also turned their backs on him.

Since then, only a bottle of firewhisky became his constant companion in his chambers. At least it would not judge him nor betray his trust.

Still, he did not want to dwell on past mistakes. Today, he was spending time with the person whom he genuinely cared about. Sure, his past experiences involved dates on fancy restaurants and elegant dinner parties, but a picnic was quite refreshing.

He held the picnic basket while Kathrina kept the parasol steady. The early morning sun shined brightly above them, illuminating the grounds and warming the winter cold. A light breeze blew past them, bringing with it the scent of the nearby Forbidden Forest. All around them, students laid on the lawn, conversing with each other while basking under the warmth of the sun. He observed lovers on a blanket, kissing without worry. Students played with giant, animated chess pieces on the lawn. Others were laughing with their friends, obviously enjoying the festivities.

He closed his eyes and smiled. Life seemed beautiful until it reared its ugly head.

“Shall we sit over there?” Kathrina pointed to a spot that was partially hidden behind the bushes. The ground was soft and wet, indicating that it rained earlier that morning. The place was near the lake’s edge. Perhaps if he was lucky, he could introduce her to the Giant Friendly Squid that resided inside the waters.

“Yes. There is good as any,” he said.

He spread out the picnic cloth, and they settled themselves on it. Aesop was about to offer Kathrina a plate of sliced bread and a glass of tea. But to his surprise, a tentacle erupted from the lake, stole his serving, and retreated into the water.

He blinked and shook his head vigorously. Did he just imagine things? Or was a gigantic monster eating their food?

“Something wrong?” Kathrina asked.

“Oh... It’s nothing. Here have some scones and fruit salad.” Aesop picked up another forkful of fruit salad, but once again, a giant, slimy tentacle snatched it out of his grasp. What the-?!

“Um...” she covered her mouth. But the tremors on her shoulders revealed she was trying to suppress a laugh.

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the ripples forming at the surface of the water. When the movement subsided, he sighed and eased himself down on the picnic mat. Getting rattled by a friendly squid was not the impression he wished to give the woman next to him.

He opened basket and took out the sandwiches and sweet rolls. “These are the delicacies in Mrs. Steepley’s Tea Shop. Would you care for a bite?” he asked.

“Wow!” Kathrina marveled as she brought the sandwich up to her nose. She sniffed. “It smells wonderful.”

She took a bite and chewed it gently. Aesop noticed how delicate her lips were, how beautiful she was with the sunlight hitting her golden eyes. He imagined how her pretty cherry lips would look when she wrapped them around his co-

No! This was not the time to have such fantasies. He mustered all his willpower and pushed the inappropriate thoughts in the back of his mind.

He popped a cucumber sandwich into his mouth and focuses on other thoughts. Getting all horny in the first date was uncouth behavior. A gentleman must reserve his sexual desires for later when both parties mutually agree on such acts. Until then, he must only think with his brain, not his nether regions.

Right now, he would just try and get to know her better. “So... How do you find Hogwarts so far?” he cleared his throat, “I assume it’s much more different than Durmstrang?”

She nodded. “Yes. It’s bigger and much more modern. Durmstrang Institute is more like an old, castle. It has this dark, medieval atmosphere. Everything is dark wood and stone. Hogwarts is so light and open.” she took another bite, “It looks more like a prison fortress than a school, though. It’s too high and the walls are too thick.”

He raised an eyebrow. Her words sounded like there was more to that statement. But Aesop decided not to pry. So he chose his words carefully. “And the curriculum? Does it differ greatly from ours?”

She bit her lower lip. “Not that much. Though the study of the Dark Arts are treated there like your Charms. But otherwise, the classes are mostly the same. Herbology, Astronomy, Potions, History of Magic, Defense against the Dark Arts, Arithmancy, Runes, Beastology, Care of Magical Creatures...” she stared at the still waters of the Black Lake. A hint of misty tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

“Kathrina?”

“Hmmm?” she asked as if being roused from a dream.

Aesop glimpsed a sad look on her face, but it disappeared when she met his gaze. A smile replaced her frown, but he sensed that something was not right. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just reminiscing.”

He nodded. While he was curious, it would be too insensitive for him to question her further. Aesop did not wish for their first date to end with her crying.

Perhaps he could try and lighten up the mood? He eased closed to her and took a sweet roll. But when he was about to feed it to her, he discovered a squid tentacle wrapping around the treat.

“Oh no you don’t!” Aesop growled and grabbed the offending tentacle. Despite his efforts, the limb refused to release its grip on the bread. So he tightened his grip and wrestled the creature for it.

After a few tugs, the Giant Squid released the roll and withdrew.

After checking for ink and mucus, Aesop handed out the slightly slimy sweet roll to Kathrina. “Sorry it’s sticky, but it’s edible,” he said as he wiped it over his sleeves.

His colleague giggled and took the sugary snack from his hands. With a small lick, contentment filled her expression.

Seeing her enjoy the sweet dessert made Aesop’s heart skip a beat. Why was he acting like a lovesick schoolboy? Was he becoming weak and vulnerable because of his feelings? His attraction for her grew by leaps and bounds, and he was uncertain if that was a good thing or not.

On one hand, he felt hopeful and happier. On the other, he feared he was going way too fast. If his feelings left uncontrolled, he might crash and burn. The tragedy of his previous relationships still shook him to the core. But if he wanted to move on with his life, he had to take the chance.

He gulped and tried to compose himself. “Kathrina, I know that this is too early for me to ask but...”

SLAP! The squid’s tentacle groped around the picnic area. While it was searching for food, it accidentally slapped Aesop’s face with its long appendage.

“Gah! Get off you, impertinent brute!” he shouted as he slapped the appendage away.

At first, Kathrina looked horrified by the scene before her. But then she giggled.

He cleared his throat and stared at her eyes. “As I was saying...”

SLAP! SLAP!

His eye twitched with rage as he glared at the half-submerged creature. “For Salazar’s sake, leave us alone, you nosy pervert!”

But the monster would not listen. It continued to grope around for any food items while splashing about.

“Umm, Aesop, I think your friend is lonely.” Kathrina offered the rest of the sweet roll to the aquatic animal, “Here you go!”

The tentacle caught the treat mid air. With a friendly wave, it slipped back into the waters of the Black Lake.

He watched Kathrina clap with delight at the cute antics of the creature. Aesop could not help but admire how she interacted with the Giant Squid. At least the mood had lightened up.

Glancing at his pocket watch, he noticed that the carnival that settled by the outskirts of Hogsmeade would open in thirty minutes. “It’s time to go,” he stated as he cleaned the plates and cups they used for their meal. “I hope that nosy squid had its fill. Because it just ate almost all of our breakfast.”

“I’m sure we can find something to eat while at the carnival. Do you think there will be cotton candy?”

His heart skipped a beat when she flashed her cute smile. He couldn’t help but notice her joyful expression. The melancholy look from earlier had disappeared. With a nod he offered his arm to her and said, “Let’s see what the carnival has in store.”

The two professors packed up the picnic supplies and made their way toward Hogsmeade. The entire village had been decorated with lights and streamers for the occasion. Couples of all ages strolled, admiring trinkets and clothing available at shops. Of course, everything was Valentine’s themed. Most of the merchandise were red, pink, and white, with images of hearts everywhere. It made Aesop gag a little; however, he wouldn’t let anything ruin his day with Kathrina.

♥♥♥

As they walked through the stalls, he talked about his childhood and how he started learning Potions. He also told her about his family and where he grew up. And for the first time in a long time, Aesop was enjoying himself and getting to know someone he really liked. There was no pressure to be larger than life. Pretentiousness was absent in their conversation. Everything just flowed naturally between them. It was as if he found a connection that was missing in his life.

When they reached a game stall, Kathrina dragged him over. It was a simple game of shoot the moving pictures. Cardboard cutouts of fwoopwers, dandelion puffs, snidgets, and bludgers whirled around the table.

“It’s all about precision,” Kathrina mused.

She pulled out her wand and aimed at the targets. The targets whirred and moved erratically. Kathrina squinted, pursing her lips. She shot a spell, but it missed the target completely. She groaned and sighed in frustration.

Aesop patted her back. “There, there, Kathrina. Let me handle this,” he said with a wink. His old cocky self resurfaced for a moment.

He took a deep breath, steadying his wand and lining up his shot. He focused on a dandelion puff. Its wings fluttered and changed directions repeatedly. He had to account for the distance and speed in his calculations. Time stopped as he mentally computed the variables.

Aesop considered everything, then released the spell and hit the target. With precision, he targeted and struck each of the moving cutouts. He was in his element. The spells flew out of his wand as if they were extensions of his body. There was a rhythm to the way he executed the charms. Each move was precise, powerful, and clean. He made it all look so easy.

But then he saw a different shaped target. A racoon-faced pixie floated in the middle of the target, wiggling and swaying in circles.

“This must be a special target!” he smirked. In a single flick of his wand, he hit the tiny pixie head.

POOF!

Sprays of paint showered on Aesop’s face. It coated his beard and eyebrows with neon colors. Reds, greens, blues, yellows, and whites stained his hair, neck, clothes, and shoes. It looked like he had just gotten caught in a rainbow explosion.

PLOP!

And to add insult to injury, a puffskein landed on his head.

Aesop glanced at Kathrina, whose efforts to hold back a laugh failed. She exploded in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Tears spilled from her eyes as she struggled to breathe.

“Ouch, tough luck! You just hit the jester target,” the stall owner shook his head, “I’m sorry, but you lost the game.”

Meanwhile, the puffskein squealed in fright, leapt off his head, and bounced away.

The Potion Master’s eyes bulged. “Wha- why is there something like that among the targets?!”

“Uh, have you read the rules, sir?”

Aesop glanced at the wooden board. And it was written there in bold letters: “In case you hit the racoon pixie jester, you automatically lose the game.”

“What sort of incompetent, idiotic, bullshit-“

“Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Wizard, calm down,” the stall owner raised his hands, “It’s not my fault you can’t follow simple instructions.”

“I demand a refund!”

The stall owner sighed. “Now you sound like that little girl over there who threw a tantrum because she lost.”

“Why you—”

Kathrina held his arm. “Now, calm down, Aesop,” she said soothingly. “It’s just a game.”

The Potion Master groaned. There was no need to get worked up over a mere children’s carnival game. His pride and ego could survive such a slight humiliation. Even so, looking like a fool in front of the woman he admired... That was embarrassing!

Kathrina was still smiling when he turned to face her. But Aesop saw something else in those eyes: compassion and understanding. Despite her laughter, he understood her intentions were not malicious. With a heavy sigh, he followed Kathrina, who led him towards another attraction.

After cleaning up using his wand, they went on a walk past the other booths.

A spooky-looking house caught his attention. The house's roof had a pointy cone shape that caught his attention. Red and gold banners draped on the windows. Cheap-looking skeletons swayed by the front porch. Two glowing red lanterns hung by the entrance. The large signs in front of the house that read "House of Horrors" were particularly eye-catching.

Aesop snorted. Such a cliche name was ridiculous.

“Oooh, is that a horror house?” Kathrina exclaimed excitedly, tugging on his coat sleeve. “Please, please, let’s try that one!”

“Kathrina, look at those garish decorations,” he waved at the entrance, “No one believe haunted houses looked like that! Any wizards with half a brain would know that this was fake and not even worth anyone’s time!”

But his companion didn’t seem to pay him any heed. “C’mon! I want to see what’s inside!”

He was about to roll his eyes when he stopped himself. Perhaps this would regain what little pride he had lost after that last stunt. “Very well, Kathrina. If you insist, let us enter.”

There was no queue, so they were ushered right in.

Aesop looked around. The design of the blue-green lights clearly resembled moonlight. Cheesy moans and screams echoed at the corners, obscured by thin black cloth. And an obvious enchantment depicting the howling wind felt more like a pathetic whistle. He almost felt ashamed for stepping foot in such a tacky location. They should bring back whoever performed the special effect charms on this house to Hogwarts and make them retake Charms. Abraham’s students could pull off better effects than this.

After passing through the haunted door, he noticed that the temperature had dropped several degrees. The interior had black paint on the walls, ceiling, and floor. Faint traces of dusty cobwebs hung around the hallway. Aesop wondered if those who made the webs had seen spider webs because of their yarn-like texture. A shadow of a spider crawled along the crevices of the room. But the large screws attached to the spider legs made him cringe a little.

In the distance, a female figure wearing a white veil appeared, blocking the path forward. She was a lanky woman in a ragged, wedding dress. She moaned as if she was in pain.

Kathrina shuddered and hugged Aesop. While it felt good to feel the heat of her body pressed to his own, he kept his eyes fixed on the white figure. With a loud whisper, he said, “This is an illusion. Those are basic charms for making the shadows and figures look eerie.” He explained, “I once apprehended troublemakers who used such cheap tactics to scare innocent people.”

“Huh? Are you sure? The house looks quite frightening...” she said.

“There is nothing to be afraid of. Here, I’ll show you how it works,” he grinned.

Aesop strode confidently towards the apparition, pointing his wand at the woman. “Finite!”

Suddenly, the woman vanished in to thin air.

“OI, YA CUNT! DON’T EXPOSE OUR SECRET TECHNIQUE!” a man yelled out of the blue, “If you ruin the fun of people who are trying to be scared, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE!”

“If you want to be respected as an illusionist, then work on your charms!” he snapped back.

“Oh, you think you’re tough, big guy? Let’s see if you don’t cry like a little bitch in the next chamber!”

Aesop shrugged as they walked through the doorway and entered the next room. A cloud of thick smoke drifted from the top of the hall and spread along the floor. Behind the thick fog, a cluster of orbs dashed across them and vanished.

He rolled his eyes. “That’s the best thing you can do?”

“Shut the hell up, smartass!” the disembodied voice yelled, “You haven’t seen nothing yet!”

They continued to explore the rooms of the haunted house. After walking across the dark corridor, they reached a room with a staircase. The wooden stairs seemed to descend endlessly as they spiraled down into the basement. Each step they took made the floorboard creak with age. Hanging from the sides of the railings were torn-up black sheets with silver chains.

Another sound bellowed from the depths. But this time, it sounded like the scream came from the lower part of the stairs. Silvery, scratching sounds groaned throughout the hollow space. Flying creatures of the night approached them like bats, but their faces resembled human skulls.

Aesop snorted and flicked his wrist, sending the illusionary demons flying backward with the motion of his hand. “Seriously? Skeleton Bats? Have you never heard of the Hungarian Horntails or Manticores? You fools don’t even know what an actual threat is! This is more pathetic than a mediocre fairy tale!” he said and scoffed loudly, “In fact, if you really want to know what’s terrifying, I’d invite you to tour the Hogwarts dungeon. Let’s see if you can last an hour without pissing yourself.”

A series of curses rang out through the walls. But he knew it was a bluff. Those amateurs behind the scenes were only threatening him with their empty bravado. He smiled triumphantly. If the owner wants to defend his craft, he must face the challenge.

Kathrina tugged on his sleeve. “Aesop, what’s that?” she whispered while pointing at the floating figure.

The Potions Professor raised an eyebrow.

A heavy mist filled the slaughterhouse-like basement. Each rotten beam and pillar shook relentlessly. Once again, the mysterious cluster of orbs hovered within the shadows. Slowly, the orbs moved, as if it was being pulled in a magnetic force. Loud banging noises emerged from the darkness of the basement.

Kathrina gripped his arm tighter and shivered.

CRAAAAAAACK!!!

While still obscured from the fog, the orbs cracked open, revealing a long, sausage-like figures floating mid-air. It spun in the air briefly before landing on the floor.

Aesop rolled his eyes. “What is this shit?” he asked as he pointed at the fallen object with his wand. “Those are just pig intestines, you uncreative bastards! Don’t even bother with this juvenile crap!” he roared and gestured angrily, “You call that a true haunted house?!”

“Oh no, those aren’t pig intestines...” the voice replied.

“What’s that, then?”

Limbs sprung out of the mass and began crawling and twitching as they scuttled forth. Their pale, bulbous bodies twisted and warped as it crawled towards them. The dim light finally revealed what those things were: a horde of four-legged haggis! The strange meal made of lamb innards jumped to life and charged at them!

Aesop could swear that the high-pitched screams came not from him. But the fact was that his mouth was wide open and his vocal chords were producing the worst sound he had ever uttered in his life. The last thing he remembered before his vision darkened was Kathrina asking him if he was alright. Then the world went blank.

♥♥♥

“Aesop? Aesop? Are you alright?”

Aesop forced his groggy eyes open and saw Kathrina hovering above him. The evening breeze brushed past his face and ruffled the skirt of her white dress. Her hair caressed his skin with every movement.

“Are you okay?” she touched his forehead and his left cheek, “You suddenly fainted earlier.”

He blinked, trying to process what happened. They were in an unfamiliar room. The light was much brighter here. He realized he was lying on a soft, warm surface. Blankets and pillows surrounded him. Soft scent of antiseptic permeated the air.

With his mind now clearer, he could discern where they were. Apparently, Kathrina had taken him to the Infirmary.

“Yes, I’m fine,” he said hoarsely. Embarrassment crept upon him as he recalled that he screamed like a helpless child and collapsed like a wet rag after seeing the horrible sight of the four-legged haggis.

Shaking his head, he glanced at Kathrina. He noted how she was so concerned with his well-being. No signs of derision or mockery crossed her face. Instead, he found patience and kindness in those lovely eyes. Somehow, it brought comfort to him. His supposed lovers had left him when he needed them the most. But here, Kathrina stayed with him.

“How long was I unconscious?” he asked.

“For more than an hour now,” she said and took his hand, “I’m sorry I made you go there. You told me not to, but I insisted anyway.”

He grunted and sat up. “It was my fault. I got a bit carried away.”

She frowned. “I never saw someone faint like that after screaming bloody murder. Is there a reason for it? Was the haunted house so terrible for you?”

“Nothing about the haunted house was more frightening than the contents of my Potions storage closet.”

She tilted her head. “Then why did you scream when you saw those four-legged haggis?”

Aesop’s cheeks turned red in embarrassment. He grumbled and coughed to hide his shame. But then he realized Kathrina had the right to know the truth. So he began his tale, “The truth is... haggis... in its raw, living state... is absolutely terrifying. My mum loved it and made her own version of the meal. But the truth is, she was a horrible cook. I could smell the rotten meat from across the manor!”

“Oh...”

He sighed. “I hated haggis and everything that resembled the abomination that is that damn meal. Every time she placed that food on the table, I could not stop vomiting!” he covered his face with his palm and continued, “I don’t know why my father said that she’s a splendid cook. Maybe because he loves her? I don’t know. But it just encouraged her to keep cooking more of that awful food.”

“I understand what you mean... I remember going to Durmstrang. And... and... they serve dragon tongue for lunch. They think that’s a delicacy. It was the worst day of my life.”

Aesop looked up at her, stunned. He had never revealed the truth behind his distaste for haggis to anyone. When his exes suggested the meal, he threw out an excuse that he was allergic to lamb. In the past, he worried his vulnerability would repel women. But now, he confessed his secret to Kathrina with no fear or regret.

And she returned the gesture by revealing her own uncomfortable story.

Hope blossomed further in his chest. Did he finally find that one person he could trust with all of his heart?

He held her hand and squeezed it. “Thank you, Kathrina. "I never expected to meet someone who shares my feelings," he smiled.

Her lips curled up as well, and the two of them exchanged gazes for a while. As they stared at each other, Aesop felt an invisible string pulling her towards him. Perhaps it was his feelings urging him to kiss her. He saw her moist, supple lips moving closer. And her honey gold eyes narrowed as she waited. Her sweet breath touched his lips and her fingers ran through his hair.

And their lips inched closer... and closer... until...

“Oi you lovebirds, get a room, will ya?” the man lying on the cot beside them shouted.

The spell was broken.

Kathrina pushed herself away. Her cheeks reddened as she tucked the stray auburn lock of hair behind her ear. She stood up and smiled weakly at him. “Um, I will ask the matron for the bill,” she said and then hurried away.

Aesop watched her as she left his side. Her wavy hair danced around her waist and her dress swished back and forth. She was truly beautiful inside and out. And he wanted her so bad.

“Oi you horndog, your junk’s poking outta your pants,” the other man hollered.

Aesop flushed. His member had gotten hard while he was lost in Kathrina’s beauty. And the fucking idiot beside him had announced that to the world. “Why are you looking in another man’s pants anyway?” he spat back.

“Ey, if you wanna shag, go to a brothel. Don’t do it here. Not everyone’s got a valentine, you know!” the patient complained.

He rolled his eyes. “That’s not my problem,” he said. He pushed himself up and put on his jacket and coat. The warmth of the infirmary blanket was nice. But he would not stay there while an insufferable man complained about him. After fixing his clothes and hair, he went where Kathrina had paid the bill for the infirmary services.

Peeking out of the window, he saw that the sky had darkened. His pocket watch told him it was already half past six in the evening. He gritted his teeth. So far, his date with Kathrina was a disaster. He was late for their breakfast. Peeves showered him with glitter. The Giant Squid interrupted their picnic. Aesop ruined a chance to impress her by getting a faceful of colorful paint. Then he just screamed in front of her when he saw those accursed haggises.

To make matters worse, he almost ruined their first kiss! Aesop sighed. At this rate, Kathrina might not want to go out with him again.

‘No, Aesop, don’t think that way. You still have one last ace up your sleeve!’ he said to himself while he reviewed his itinerary. Professor Shah revealed the occurrence of a meteor shower that evening. And lucky for him, its full glory would be in full view at the top of the Astronomy Tower. He and Kathrina would have dinner at the top of the tower while staring up at the stars. After hearing about it, Abraham offered to magically set up the place for a romantic dinner with Kathrina. He did not know if it was a good idea to entrust the task to the Charms Professor, but he had no choice. Now, he hoped nothing went wrong with the setup.

When they met again, her cheeks were less flushed. But her shy and reserved mannerisms remained. “I hope you don’t mind that I paid for your bill,” she said, “I regret bringing you to such a scary place. And this is the least I can do to make amends.

He shook his head. “No. It’s perfectly alright. I should’ve been more vigilant. But we shouldn’t dwell on that,” he held her hand and offered, “Shall we get going?”

“Okay, shall we grab something to eat? I know a good place.”

Summoning all the courage to let out another confident smirk, he said, “Actually, I have somewhere planned for us to have our supper.”

“Really?” she asked. A glimmer of curiosity sparkling in her golden eyes.

“Yes. Let me show you the way.”

♥♥♥

The hallways of Hogwarts was quiet. All around, the students had retired back to their dormitories to prepare for ’s Ball. The torches illuminated the hall with bright light. Cool yet gentle winds caressed the leaves of the potted plants stationed around the perimeter. As if Merlin also wanted to view the upcoming meteor shower, the night sky was clear. No cloud dared to spoil the starry night's celestial beauty.

Aesop was nervous. He always made it a point to look confident and self-assured in front of others. However, in the presence of Kathrina, he was stripped of that persona. Back in his Auror days, his interactions with other women were flamboyant, extroverted, and proud. He would sweep them off their feet and charm them with his confidence. No one could resist his charm.

But things were different with Kathrina. For the first time in a long while, he was feeling vulnerable. He feared that one wrong move would put his chances of gaining her affections at risk. The incident at Scarborough had shaken him deeply. It made him doubt himself. And it was his ego that caused him to spiral downhill.

But now that he was slowly picking up the pieces, determination filled his heart to be more careful with Kathrina. His affection for her grew exponentially by the minute. Despite his desire for intimacy, he knew patience was key in establishing a firm foundation for their relationship.

And it would start in this lovely dinner beneath the starry sky.

He took her by the hand as he led her up the steep steps of the Astronomy Tower. His leg injury complained about the prolonged climb, but he would have to endure the discomfort just for tonight. The Pain Relief Potion that he drank earlier had helped ease the tension from his muscles. Hopefully, it would work long enough for their evening.

As he carefully climbed up the stairs, he saw hints of pink, gold, and red drapes and ribbons decorating the corners and wall railings. Various heart-shaped balloons floated upwards. Scented candles and flowers adorned the area. Red and pink rose petals scattered around the floor underneath the table and chairs. He even spied an enchanted string quartet playing a very pleasant tune near the balcony. But someone had arranged all those decorations in a very bizarre and tacky display.

He covered his face with his free hand and groaned internally. ‘Why does everything have to be in this garish design?’ he said to himself.

Kathrina, meanwhile, covered her mouth and tried to stifle her giggles. “It looks... cheerful.”

“Oh, dear Merlin... Why Abraham... just why?”

“Did Professor Ronen help you with the decoration?”

Aesop sighed heavily. “He volunteered to the task. I was too careless in my planning, and he discovered my plans. He said he was an expert towards romantic matters. I did not want him to interfere, but he insisted.”

He stared at the feast spread across the table. There was an assortment of roast beef, potato, soup, bread, and dessert. Fresh and sweet scents wafted from the delectable dishes, beckoning them to take a bite. A bottle of red wine, two wine glasses, and a bucket of ice for cooling drinks rested in the center of the table. Everything looked perfect.

However, the color scheme of the setting did not match the mood Aesop was trying to build. He envisioned something elegant and seductive, like deep reds and blacks. But Abraham was all about loud, ostentatious displays of romance.

“It looks amazing. He outdid himself!” she said, “Shall we sit down?”

He pulled the chair for her, and she took a seat. After that, Aesop went and settled at the opposite end of the table.

“Can we ask the quartet to play something... slower?” he said, “The piece they played is too bouncy. It doesn’t suit the mood.”

She blinked. “What mood are you thinking about?” she asked innocently.

The lump in his throat swelled and his palms felt sweaty. But he managed to answer with a nonchalant smile, “I... wish for a more sedate ambience... it’s much more conducive to conversations...”

She nodded in understanding. With a wave of her wand, the quartet switched to a slow and soft melody. The music was no longer lighthearted. It was now low, romantic, and seductive.

“Much better. At least it doesn’t sound like we’re in a tavern. Thank you.”

They started on the food. And it was heavenly. The roasted meat melted like butter in his mouth, and the gravy was smooth and flavorful. Aesop marveled at the house-elves' ability to create a quick, splendid meal. Perhaps he should show his gratitude to their skills tomorrow.

As he ate, he notices his date observing at him with half-lidded eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered as she gazed upon his face. And he swallowed a mouthful of food nervously.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked as he wiped his lips with his napkin.

She giggled and rested her chin on her knuckles. “It’s been a while since I shared a meal like this. With someone...” she stared at her plate of food and said, “Someone special.”

“Kathrina...”

“This is so weird. I dine with friends and acquaintances. But never with someone I’m really interested in.”

Aesop’s lips parted slightly. Then he allowed them to curl up to form a genuine smile. “Me too... It’s been a long time... Never did I think I would find someone I enjoy sharing meals with again.”

His gaze locked with hers, and the invisible string once again drew him closer. Heat bloomed in his chest and spread through his body. He reached her hand across the table. The delicate features of her fingers traced the back of his palm. Their breaths mingled together, and he could see a blush on her cheeks.

Their faces were just inches apart...

“LOOK! IT’S ALREADY HAPPENING!”

A dozen of students rushed onto the balcony, making their way to the stone railings. The entire tower shook with their sudden movements, making Kathrina and Aesop yelp in surprise. Professors hid in tower corner, as the students gawked at skies.

Aesop muttered a curse as the tension once again popped like a balloon. He was so close, too! Just when he thought he could finally steal a kiss from her. The timing was perfect! Everything was going so well, until the Astronomy Club arrived to interrupt them!

“Why are you even here...?” he grumbled, “Aren’t you supposed to be in the Great Hall?”

“We wanted to get a better view of the meteor shower,” Amit replied while staring at the marvelous celestial event, “Sorry to intrude on your date. We’ll try to be quiet.”

The club members opened their star maps and telescopes, making notes of the event. Their quills scratched on the paper as they scribbled down the dates, times, and trajectories of the falling stars.

Meanwhile, Kathrina went back to her seat and started eating her supper. Her cheeks were still red with embarrassment, and Aesop’s blood boiled with rage. His plan was a total failure! Why could he not have a romantic evening with the woman he liked without some kind of interruption?!

Just as he was inwardly fuming, Kathrina once again held her hand and stroked the digits lovingly. She whispered, “There’s a spot in the balcony where we can watch the meteor shower. Want to come with me?”

He gulped and nodded his head. The gesture flicked the flames of desire within him. She pulled him towards a secluded area of the balcony, away from prying eyes. Flaming balls dropped from the dark, like fireflies in the night sky. As they watched in silence, Kathrina leaned into his broad frame. Aesop felt her silky tresses brush against his jaw, and her lavender perfume mingling with his earthy musk. With each passing second, she closed the gap between them.

Unconsciously, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to his body. Though he was taller than her, he made sure Kathrina felt comfortable in his embrace. She hugged him back and placed her head against his shoulder.

The ooohs and aaaahs of the students grew so far away. All he could hear was the beating of his heart and her shallow breathing. The rest of the world vanished and became a blur. All he could see was her. There was nothing else in the universe except her. Not even the celestial display above them could rival the brilliant twinkle of her honey gold-colored eyes.

His hand snaked its way up to her neck as his thumb gently stroked her chin. The desire lingering behind those eyes mirrored his. But he kept his moves slow and steady. He did not want to scare her away with his passion. Giving her time to react, he lowered his head and whisked his lips over hers.

And she reached out and pressed her soft lips against his.

And on that very moment, time ceased to exist.

Aesop closed his eyes and savoured the moment. He was afraid that any movement or noise could ruin this special moment. His heart threatened to burst out of his chest. The roaring tempest of emotions within him made him feel like a child who received the greatest gift for Christmas. He tightened his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Merlin knows he wanted more than just a kiss. But would he be greedy in taking it? He didn’t know. And he would be happy to be contented with just this moment.

As they broke apart, he noticed the pink dusting her cheeks. The lustrous sheen in her eyes was so bright that it rivaled the sun itself.

“Wow that’s... amazing,” she said breathlessly as she smoothed the fabric of her dress, “So that’s what kissing you feels like.”

Aesop chuckled at how she attempted to play off the excitement and glee after the kiss they just shared. It was gratifying for him to know that someone he admired and liked felt the same. “First time?” he joked.

A ungodly snort came out of her. “Well, I don’t want to hurt your pride, but let’s say... yes and no,” she tapped her chin, pretending to think about it.

Aesop frowned. “Elaborate, please.”

She smirked and gave him a playful wink. “I don’t kiss and tell, Professor Sharp,” she giggled and resumed watching the meteor shower, “Don’t you have any decency not to pry into a lady’s secrets?”

“I’m still a trained Auror. Secrets are my specialty.”

She caressed his cheek. There was a hint of fondness in her expression, and a gentle smile tugged her lips. “Oh, Aesop. You wouldn’t be able to coax a single word out of me. So why try?” she booped his nose and smiled at him. “But to soothe your burning curiosity, allow me to say that you’re my first REAL kiss. Not my first kiss, but I would count our kiss as my real first.”

It wasn’t what he wanted to hear. But it satisfied him nonetheless. “That’s... better,” he said, returning the smile.

They continued watching the display with renewed interest. Aesop stole glances at the Alchemy Professor. There was a joyful twinkle in her eyes as she stared up at the stars. The light of the celestial objects painted a streak of light across her cheeks, giving her an ethereal glow.

He sighed and smiled. This was the best date he ever had in a long time. And it was all thanks to this woman.

♥♥♥

After the festivities had died down, Aesop walked his date back to her quarters. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as his mind wandered to the possibilities of their next date. Or if she wanted to become his lover. But the question lingered. What if he rushed things? Would he look like a desperate fool?

As they reached the door of her chambers, Aesop cleared his throat, trying to look more of a gentleman and less of a lustful beast in front of the woman he desired. He placed his hands behind his back and stood straight.

“Thank you for coming with me today,” he started, “I never thought that I could have a pleasant day after all those events that happened.”

“You jest, right? That is the best Valentine’s Day Date I’ve ever been in,” she laughed. “I didn’t expect you to have a romantic, and lighter, side to you.”

“I have a lot of layers to unveil.”

“I think we’re both pretty complex,” she replied.

“Perhaps we’re made for each other, then?”

A blush crept up to her cheeks. Kathrina’s gaze darted away from his face. “I-I agree with you...” she said. “I’m not sure if I’m ready, but...” She lifted her head up and stared at him with eyes that only confirmed her hesitancy.

He could feel his ego deflating faster than a punctured bludger. “I can wait, Kathrina. I’m a patient man,” he said, trying to not look crestfallen.

She sighed softly, and her shoulders relaxed. “No. It’s not like that. It’s just... We barely know each other for a couple of months and I feel like it’s happening too fast...”

He shook his head. “I understand that. It’s quite overwhelming for me, too. I don’t want to rush things. As I’ve said, I can wait,” he said in a comforting tone. “Let’s just go slow. One day at a time.”

Kathrina reached out and held his hand. “Yes, that’s exactly what I feel. Thank you so much for understanding,” she said.

As silence lingered between them, Aesop kept his gaze fixed on her lovely face. Her round, pale face seemed to glow under the lamplight. The smooth curve of her cheeks, the delicate shape of her nose and chin, and her soft, cherry lips. They were all the traits he found most beautiful about her.

He took a step forward. And she did not try to back away. Their faces were inches apart. Her breaths tickled his skin, and he could smell the wine on her lips. He cupped her cheeks with his hands and brushed her bottom lip with his thumb.

At the corner of his eye, he saw Peeves rushing towards them. His wicked grin spread from ear to ear as he clutched a couple of water balloons in his hands.

But this time, he was ready.

He pulled his coat off, tossing it over Kathrina’s head to shield her.

“NOT THIS TIME, YOU BLASTED CLOWN!”

SPLAT!

The water balloons hit his torso dead-on, spilling the cold liquid all over his dress shirt and waistcoat. Icy chills grasped his aching leg, but he ignored it. With a flick of his wand, he aimed at the poltergeist and yelled, “Rictusempra!”

BZZT!

The yellow bolt hit Peeves directly in the middle of his face, sending him spiraling backwards. Water balloon fragments splashed on the floor and the walls of the corridor. His maniacal laughter echoed through the passageway as he rolled away from them, laughing.

“Aesop, are you alright?” Kathrina asked after removing the coat from her head. Her honey-gold eyes searched his face in concern.

“Yes. I’m fine,” he said, smoothing his waistcoat and shirt with his hand, “Nothing a little drying charm can’t fix.” He reached out for the hem of his shirt and pulled the soaked fabric up from his skin. “How about you? Are you wet?” he asked.

She averted her gaze away from his bare abdomen. Her race turned bright red and her lips parted. “N-no... I’m okay...,” she squeaked.

He blinked. Why did she sound nervous? Then he realized his mistake and pulled his shirt down. “Oh... I apologize... I don’t want to make you uncomfortable... It was inappropriate of me to undress in front of a lady... Especially in the corridor where anyone could see us...”

With a quick deep breath, she looked at him in the eye. Her stiff posture told him that of the herculean effort not to stare anything below his neck. “Perhaps you can come inside my chambers and dry off there?” she offered, “I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

Aesop felt heat rising up his neck and ears. He never expected such a suggestion from her. “Are you sure? I can always clean myself up in my quarters,” he said, trying to control his thumping heart.

She bit her bottom lip nervously. “I insist. Consider it as my gratitude for shielding me from the prank attack.”

“Well I...” he stammered. All the bravado he showed earlier vanished as his imagination took him to places that he shouldn’t be. But he mentally slapped himself. He needed to remain calm and not let his raging hormones get the better of him. He had promised Kathrina that they would go slow. And he was staunchly determined to keep that promise.

She cleared her throat. “And... I’ve heard that you’re a connoisseur for fine spirits,” she kept her eyes fixed on the doorknob, “Maybe you’re interested in tasting the 150 year old Ogden’s Old Firewhisky I’ve got in my private stock? I’ve been waiting for a perfect chance to taste it. Maybe you would enjoy it more if you share it with a friend?”

His heart skipped a beat. This day could not get any better. “How could I refuse such an offer?” he grinned.

A shy smile and a bat of her eyelashes greeted him. “Wonderful,” she said before unlocking the door. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

He could not help but grin ear to ear as he followed her inside. Perhaps the day had not gone as bad as he thought.

--FIN--

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