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Welcome to My Personal Hell
“I ran into some people in the hall.”
Well, I Have to Eat Sometime
I know every feeling ever known to man. I know what it feels like to be murderous and seductive, though I’ve never been either.
Just When I Thought Life Couldn't Get Weirder
For the first time in my life, I wanted to be the monster that was half of me. I wanted to scare him so badly that he would be senseless at the sight of me and wouldn't dream of holding me the way he was.
Isn't That Just Typical
He stared back at me with those unsettling grey eyes. They were the kind of eyes that gave you the tight feeling in your chest as though they could peer right into your soul.
My Knight in Shining Invisibility
I yelled a spell that would have revealed my stalker if he was using any charm to cloak himself. He stayed unseen. There was nothing there but my wonder and faint horror, his amusement and my heavy breath. Until he started to laugh. I could feel the smirk pulling at his lips.
All Silent in the Broom Closet
My blood was racing with hot emotions of my own. His fueling mine, mine fueling his.
Heaven looked remarkably like the Hogwarts infirmary.
Oh, There's No Place Like London
"Perhaps not, but you certainly seeped accusation and disbelief."
The London Inquisition
There was now something oddly admirable about him. And I wasn't really sure how I felt about that....
A Steaming Cup of Awkward
However, something told me that if I let him out of my sight, I probably wouldn’t be seeing him until later tonight, at the earliest.
That Funny Little Feeling
He gave a half-hearted chuckle before playing and twirling the straw in his drink around. “I suppose that while we’re on this topic, there’s something else I should warn you about.”
All You Need Is Love
I was about to have a heart attack. I could tell that he was thinking the same thing, though he seemed to be able to keep his cool with far less effort than me.
The Want of a Woman
If he wanted to believe me to be as saintly as possible in the offspring of a Dementor, then let him. I was in no position to try and convince him of my less than stellar personal beliefs on alternative paths.
I didn’t know what it was – the alcohol, the burning of hunger, or how badly I simply wanted him – but the next thing I knew, I had my lips pressed against his.
Rose Tint My World
He didn’t answer but by that point he didn’t need to. Because everything from the night before washed over me in a frightening memory that I wanted nothing more than to forget once more.
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