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"Weddings are, believe it or not, incredibly romantic affairs, you loathsome cynic."
Halting in my tracks, I spin around, and a frown clouds my face when I see who calls out to me. Wonderful. It's the sunshine of my life, the highlight of my day, the only person who can make me want to kill myself in under ten seconds...
“Aren’t you known for being dramatic? Isn’t it in your genetics? For Merlin’s sake, you’re a Weasley – and a redhead – and a Slytherin – and a female! All of those things are synonyms for melodramatic bint.”
“You don’t have any idea how much it frightens me that you’ve named the Giant Squid."
I wouldn’t be surprised if I launched myself off of this tower and Albus still followed me, talking and calling out to me the entire time as we fell to our deaths.
“Natalya, Natalya; my beautiful Natalya!”
“I like you, and I have liked you for a while now. I don’t think that it’s going to stop anytime soon, nor do I think it’s magically going to go away if I replace you with anybody else.”
This spot... oh, it’s lipstick; there is no doubt about that. And it’s not my lipstick, I know that for a fact.
My poor ego is taking a hit right now.
"There’s something red on your mouth."
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