To Thekla Potter, the end of the Wizarding World's Blood War had been a horrendous, but great, war. Blood of friends and foe alike had been shed. Wands lay broken and weapons had been supplied from the Castle's Come and Go Room by the students and she herself had wielded many weapons. She had been especially talented with a long sword known as striborg, a strange blade that was a meter long and dipped in at the hilt before bulbing out towards the tip. Now though, the blade did not leave her side.
It was strange though, she always had this feeling of missing the chaos and destruction that war brought the feeling of victory that gave her the ultimate high. Shaking her head from such thoughts she chose to focus on Luna's mysterious goodbye: "The War God will come to claim you soon and he will give you love you thought impossible".
Huh, love, now that's something she could dream of. Being Master of Death was more of a curse then a blessing. To think she would gain what her enemy had searched decades for, immortality.
The diner she had took to coming to regularly was rather empty, as it was around 9pm. No one would be in a diner this late on a Monday night. The only other resident was a drunk who was passed out in the corner of the diner, so she had a right to be startled when a rather tall and heavily muscled man plunked his arse on the other side of her booth.
Staring at the man across from her, she had to be honest… he sparked her interest, especially his eyes; they almost seemed to be made of the fires that tore through the war at Hogwarts. The rest of his features would be classed as ruggedly handsome; all muscles covered in leather, literally, (and did he own nothing else?) It suited him though, especially with all the chains with skulls in them. The man easily towered over her frame of 5'6 with his 6'5.
Stopping her train of thought, she decided to start a conversation: "What do you want?" Nice Thekla, really smooth. The man blinked before bursting out laughing, "Oh gods, for someone so delicate looking, you sure do have a fiery temper. I came over here to buy you dinner. Then your number for future dates." His voice was nice she thought, it was rough and warm.
"What makes you think you will like me or that I will like you?" A challenge, if this man was anything like how he acted he would definitely take it.
"A challenge huh? Alright. By the end of this 'date' if you enjoy it, you give me your number, agreed?" It wasn't a question. Smiling, she grabbed the large outstretched hand with her own small one.
"Agreed."
"How about we start with introductions, I am Ares. May I know your name missy?" The man, Ares said. Well at least he has some form of manners, even if it's just introductions.
"You may not have my name, but you can hear it. My name is Thekla Kagami nee Potter, at your services." She noticed the man's smirk get bigger.
"Thekla, from the Ancient Greek name Theokleia, which means "glory of God" from the Greek elements theos meaning "god" and kleos meaning "glory", a truly beautiful name for one such as yourself." Mr. Muscle man slipped smoothly.
Thekla blinked. Why did he even know something that only someone who literally searched the name would know, what was he a Greek god or something...'Wait, Ares is the Greek god of War. Is he...' Before she could stop it, she let the question spew from her mouth. "Are you THAT Ares, like all war and glory god?" she asked bewildered as well as with hints of excitement.
"You must have some Athena heritage somewhere in you to be that quick…" Ares murmured. "I was sure I was only leaving subtle hints for you. Well I owe Aphrodite five drachma now."
She and Ares hit it off after they ordered their food, both having rare steak and mash. They talked well past midnight, just enjoying each other's company, something she couldn't really do, due to the never dying thing and Ares mostly not picked as he was often thought to be dumb and uncouth. But she could vouch for him that he was not dumb at all, in fact he was rather witty and snarky. He also tended to sprout random little facts that were so out of place in the conversation that she laughed silently. In the end he won the challenge and she passed him her number. The bastard looked so smug… until she told him goodbye kisses weren't till second dates. He looked like I cancelled a war.