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“Oh, happy hello to you to sweetums! Oh Siri-poo and James-y-wamsey, how I missed you both over the summer. You have no idea! And to think, I even broke a nail thinking about both of you and how gorgeous you are!” She gasped and pretended to faint. The boys got madder. The whole hall burst out into laughter- well, almost everyone, the girls who really did act like this were scowling, and sending dark looks to Ayra’s direction.
Truth or Dare... or Double Dare!
The girls laughed and laughed. Lily finally perked up. “So, what about that game of truth or dare?” All the girls sat up into a circle on the floor. Ayra pulled out a vile from her robes. She looked at her watch. “It’s 9:00 you guys. Curfew is at 10. This is gonna be major truth or dare, no chickens. Truth potion right here. One drop for each question. Got it? No limits on dares. Soooo. Truth, Dare, or Double Dare?”
An Empty Room
.............Ayra looked at the boy in front of her, eyes closed, lips parted to take her to her wildest dreams. She rolled her eyes and stepped back. "Typical."
“Geez Black, can’t you be a little but more original? Originality is really hot these days. Too bad you don’t have it.” Ayra sneered.
....“Woods?” Two voices said at the same time.
Of Vanishing Makeup and Questions of Dance
“Scourfigy!” she shouted, the air instantly clearing up, the glimmer of makeup disappearing, and unfortunately for Ayra, her friends’ makeup also disappeared from their faces. The silence that had falled over the room like a spider web was interrupted by the violent shrieks of all 4 girls. Lily, Marietta, and Kalahan running for ayra, and Ayra screaming for her life.
Of Immature Brothers and First Kisses...Of Sorts..
Ayra laughed. “Life isn’t fair darling!” she said as she shoved another forkful down.
Of Pillow Fights and Flying Pheonixes...
“You want it just as much as I do, Woods.” He said.
Ayra, tired of fighting for the first time, gave in…and her treasure was plundered……
The Bet, The Broom Cupoard, and Poor Baby Lucius Malfoy...
Ayra pushed him away with a look of defiance in her face, shaky, but yet still defiant enough to make Sirius let out an exasperated sigh.
Going to Plan
.....Ayra knew what she had to do. She didn’t want to do it. But it was the only way. She went straight to the Slytherin common room and knocked. “ I need to see Lucius Malfoy.”
The creak was followed by the most horrifying dreadful sound that one could ever heard after hours. It was the omen of a thousand detentions- of a hell that would never freeze over. Ayra cringed in anticipation…
The Whomping Willow Roller Coaster
It was a scream.
Hide and Seek
.....“I can’t move. You’re going to have to.” she said.
.....“Oh! And you should know not to go near it, because you’re IQ is -900? Tell me, Black, do you learn how to be so stupid from your little idiotic friends who wouldn‘t know a pigmy puff if it hit them in the face, or where you just born with--”
.......“Sorry.” she mumbled. “I was just wondering what the heck life plans to throw at me next.” Ayra turned and look to the sky. “WHAT NEXT LIFE? WHAT DO YOU WANNA THROW?!”
........A hand grabbed her shoulder in a vise like grip. She turned to Sirius. “Why can’t you leave me alone? You know, the word, alone? Or perhaps this word of importance surpasses your pre-k level of vocabulary?” She snarled, jerking her arm away,
.....She pushed her hair out of her face for the hundredth time that day, and then proceeded to cover a yawn. She winced as her lips stretched. She closed her eyes for a moment and rested her head on the wall behind her. A sound to her left caused her to crack an eye open. She closed it again, tiredly. “I thought that the Library was the last place you wanted to go before you died. Thinking of committing suicide are we, Potter?”
......It was none other than Ayra Woods. She glanced around the room for a seat, after waving to Professor Slughorn. Her eyes narrowed when she realized where the only seat was. A moment later, her eyes were un-narrowed, and she had a joyful smile on her face. The face of a killer.
Sirius had finally figure out what he had to do. He was in like with Ayra. He knew this. He may not have loved her, but he was close. He frowned, picking at his bed linens.
Ayra gasped when he lifted his hands up to her waist and probed through the bruise. She arched back in pain as his fingers prodded gently. “It’s alright, Woods, I’m not going to bite you..."
Ayra didn’t waste time. She bolted up the stairs, and opened the door. “WOODS!”
She almost gave in to the temptation. The call to learn his secrets, to lean in and touch her lips to his was overwhelming, but somehow, she refused.
How It's Supposed to Be
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