Impact by R o s m e r t a
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You know how some people believe in love at first sight? Like, their eyes meet across a crowded room and they just know, in that moment, that's the person they're meant to be with forever and ever?
"Am I the first bloke to grace your bed, Greengrass?"
"The thing is," Rose prattled on, one hand firmly on my wrist to prevent any imminent escape, "before I left we were talking about, well...doing it."
I couldn't possibly have known it was the last time I'd ever see one of them alive.
"Who do you think would win in a fight: me or a hippogriff?"
“Shhh,” he shushed me, petting my hair as he curled his warm body around mine, locking me in a death grip about my torso. “Hush, my little teddy bear.”
Lorcan cleared his throat. “Are you having a staredown with a plant right now?”
"I just want you to know that...someone cares. Not me. But someone."
"You were flirting with a ghost!"
"Team sports aren't really my thing."
"I was thinking I'd save you thousands of Galleons in psychotherapy. Not that you don't still need it, anyway."
“It changes things, CeCe,” she said. “It changes everything. I wish I could it explain it, but I can’t. It’s just…ineffable.”
“Must you accessorise?” I hissed at Louis, who was striking ridiculous poses in the mirror as he tried to decide between two of the most heinous scarves I’d ever seen.
“I thought you’d at least have a date or something respectable like that!”
“Alice Longbottom,” Louis began before taking a deep breath. “Will you do me the great honour of allowing me to spoon you?”
He jumped when I thrust my hand into his front pocket but quickly recovered by lowering his smirking gaze to meet mine again. “You really think now is the moment?” he whispered.
My best friend pretended to be in deep thought. “Hmm. What do they call it when one person convinces another person to do something through the use of flattery?” she mused. “It’s just on the tip of my tongue…”
Was this a nightmare? Could it really be happening?
She may as well have slapped me in the face; I suddenly felt as though the wind had been knocked out of me. I opened my mouth to respond, but had nothing to say. Finally, I simply asked, “Anything else you want to get off your chest, Rose? You may as well, while we’re at it.”
“I am a player, Cecily,” he insisted. “I’ll have you know that I’ve kissed over five females.”
“I knew we should never have let Rosie date that good-for-nothing little…little…ferret!” He paused and appeared to reconsider his words, oblivious to his wife’s urgent nudging at his ribs as she finally sighted me. “Well, son of a ferret!”
I definitely found Potter more attractive when he was unconscious.
"I need you to do something for me.”
"I've got it! Monty can help us!"
"Godric, you really are terrible at Flooing."
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