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crushed moon extract
Maybe our best versions of ourselves come out at six in the morning, and we've never noticed because we're all busy sleeping.
communism in mermish
I just want to dance with Mikey through the halls, beating on my tambourine and cartwheeling and flying for Albus Potter thinks I'm fit.
more than nice
“Do you want to come with me to this Halloween thing next week, Effy?” He said this with a grin but then looked down at the ground, and his cheeks turned a bit red.
“Oh, Wilderson,” said James, smirking, “this isn’t a game. This is just dancing.”
dark rooms, bright lights
“What?!” I cried. “I was in the kitchens? And I can’t remember?!”
"Thank God you were caught," said Aspen, shuddering. "Madame Pomfrey said that if James hadn't caught you, you could have died you were so high up-"
unbroken and wild
She grinned at me, heisting the black sports bag further up her shoulder. "Do you fancy spending a Sunday afternoon in the Gryffindor common room?"
it's cold outside
And we looked at each other. I stroked his cheekbone, feeling the roughness of the underlying stubble, and he stroked my hair, his fingers grazing my left temple.
tattered velvet carpeting
"Fine," I said, and he smirked. "Perhaps I fancy you a little."
some aloe vera?
I burst out laughing, and I couldn't stop, not when he demanded it, not when he pleaded, but only when his lips came crashing down onto mine.
"Right then," said Mikey. "So you'll pretend to be Scorpius's mum?"
wild horses, part.2
"I'm teaching her how to party like a Gryffindor," she explained loudly.
The night went on, and Mikey and Jasmine slowly sobered up, therefore the conversation got generally deeper, as we asked for more and more refills of ice-cream.
albus! albus! albus!
"Hey," said Al, his hands thrust in his pockets and his head tilted upwards, a sign of confidence, borderline arrogance. He had never looked more like James.
the usual atticus
"Are we going to have an argument over this?" he asked, almost curiously.
“Your bikini,” she repeated. “Oh come on, Eff. It’s like, thirty degrees- we’re going down to the lake.”
"Wilderson," said a throaty voice. It sounded relieved and almost apologetic.
staring into space
"No, Wilderson," he said, his tone gentler, his cool fingers grazing my arm, and then grasping slightly tighter when I didn't sit back down. "Stay. You should stay."
literally, jewish god bless
"Effy!" cried Lara, as I picked up my broom and walked away. "You can't just leave Quidditch practise!"
whiny male protagonist
"If only Aspen was here," Oscar said, wistfully. "We really need her input to make a complete group decision about what you'regoing to do next."
"You can't blame me," I screamed into the loud, relentless rain, "for trying to get over you, James!"
of stars and constellations
The darkness of the party and the sensational freedom of being young and free and fluorescent in my adolescence.
"Yeah, because you're you," he said fairly. "I don't think I would like you if you didn't do stuff like that."
crisp white shirt
But here I am, after kissing Mikey, writing to you.
"God," said Heath, looking at Rose in both astonishment and admiration. "Scor, mate, your Gryffindor girlfriend is more Slytherin than you'll ever be."
party experience week
"Hello Professor," Rose said sweetly, her smirk only slightly widening. "I'd be better if LONGBOTTOM WASN'T ALWAYS SO LATE!"
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Wilderson.”
blue face paint
“What’s up with him?” Oscar asked. “He still upset he didn’t get Quidditch Captain?”
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