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The Beginning of the End...of my life.
“Adele Potter. Mrs. Adele Potter. Mrs. Adele Ophelia Marilyn Jeannette Malfoy Potter.” James Potter finished proudly. “I like it.” He grinned at me again.
I bet I was Hitler in my past birth, and am now repaying all my bad karma points in this life.
Captain Obvious, to the Rescue!
I Battle A Rabid Rat.
Well, it can only get better from here, right?
Well. This is Awkward.
I mean, how many of you would like to sleep on the same bed as Albus Potter?
I'm Officially Creeped Out
My resemblance to an American gangsta is worrying.
Gosh, Took You People Long Enough.
My brow furrowed – I don’t remember ever taking notice of him in school. I mean, I may have once or twice, since well, face it, he’s hot...like really hot, you know, with those eyes that just sort of –
Then Let Me Know You.
Al ducked down under the table to retrieve his fallen glass, his face glowing. Mine was slowly turning a wildly attractive shade of puce as I continued to cough loudly due to the rather large piece of lettuce I had choked on.
This Is Insanity. Can I Go Home Now?
“You’re keeping a secret boyfriend behind your brothers’ backs?” I asked her, both awed by her bravery and irritated by her stupidity.
That Did Not Just Happen.
We're so in love it's almost sickening.
This Could Not Get Any Worse.
What is this, Come-To-Adele-With-Your-Girl-Problems Day?! Pretty soon I’ll have Al ambling up to me, hysterically proclaiming his love for some random chick he met on Diagon Alley.
Blurs and Whirlwinds.
“Love, we have so much passion it’s nearly suffocating.”
And Then Things Get Messy.
His eyes were a million shades of perfection and it left me feeling breathless.
Mission: Get the Hell Away From Here Now
My brain needs to shut up and stop being confused.
We Are Both Moronic Morons.
Rainbows and Sunshine Unicorns.
Insert: Uncomfortable Bowel Movements (translation into Girly Talk: Butterflies).
Ten Million Fireflies.
I love you.
And the Morning After.
What great fun this is.
Six Years, Three Months, and Four Days Later
You keep your shell up, and soon people are going to stop trying to break through. They’ll decide you’re a lost cause.
If my life got any better I’d start to worry.
Cool Mum status? I like it.
I don’t like sharing.
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