(28) Mey and the Half Blood Jones

"And then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhiskey; she was the only real thing in the world." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

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M E Y  W A N G | The Asian Potterhead

Life always had a really weird timing. I had been buying groceries when I had met Tyler at the checkout counter.

"Hey, Mey," he greeted me with a smile.

"Tyler! Hi!" I beamed.

He pointed at four cartons of milk I had in my grocery bag. "Where is the cereal to accompany those?"

I laughed. "No, these are for coffees. My family drinks lots of them."

Mom and dad drank at least three cups a day. Since we did not do groceries often, we usually had them stocked up for the week.

"Oh," Ty slightly nodded then asked plainly, "How are things with Hunter?"

I could swear I saw a hint of