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“It’s okay,” he mocked, reaching over to pat my shoulder with a condescending smirk on his face, once again. If he continues to do that, I will punch it off. “Most girls do. But what can I say? I’m bloody irresistible.”
I’m supposed to be a model student, 'supposed to' being the key words.
I wonder if he has chest hairs—that would certainly put a damper on things. But maybe I need it to.
It feels like my eyes are watering, but I think it’s just raining out of my face. Yes, that’s probably it. Maybe my mouth will spit lightning bolts and thunder.
"I can't just get pregnant like mum—unless Nicholas comes to Hogsmeade for a ‘visit’..."
"Howard Davies attempts to pay my roommates to take naked pictures of me,” I snapped, wanting nothing more in that moment than for him to understand. Life wasn’t fair—wasn’t he, of all people, supposed to know that?
" Remus was acting indifferent, sending encouraging grins whenever he thought I made progress—namely, when I wasn’t glaring openly. James was annoyed with me—I’m not sure why, but then again this isn’t new. Sirius pretended not to know my existence, much to the amusement of my roommates—unless he had forgotten. Again. And Peter, well, he’s above me on the social ladder."
He began getting up, swinging his legs over the bench with precision.
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