Listening to... by Jinx333
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“Ryan,” Delilah greeted in a fake excited tone. “I’m going to calmly request that you back the fuck up off of my friend, please.” Then she turned to me, grabbed my arm, and gently said “let’s go, Sly.” Sometimes I really loved Delilah.
"What? Why not?" He sounded stunned. I wondered if anyone had ever refused or rejected him. Did he understand or recognize the feeling?
And that marked the day that I accidentally made James Potter go into a choking fit.
James raised his eyebrows at me in disbelief. "Bacon wrapped strawber-"
"She's awful," he supplied and I about choked. "You can admit it. The girl once talked to me for two hours straight about her authentic Antipodean Opaleye scaled purse."
"If you make a cliché comment about your name I will throw this Cauldron Cake at you." I warned with my hand on the treat.
Fights and Flowers
"Hey Delilah," Freddy called out loudly. "I want to grow tomatoes, any suggestions?" His tone was teasing. I sent a warning look to Delilah, pleading with her to be nice.
"You have a Erumpent?" I asked, slowly. "That you named Pork Chop." Half of me was shocked that he had a Erumpent, while the other half wanted to laugh because he named a fierce beast after butchered meat.
Sides of the Story
Something poked me in the side, breaking me out of my thoughts and I found Ryan grinning at me. "She's such a weirdo, eh?" Ryan laughed at his comment, rolling his shoulders in a shrug. "Girl barely ever talks. I bet a majority of Claws have never heard the sound of her voice. It's a bit pathetic really."
"What are you doing, Sly?" Albus' emerald eyes stared back at me, peering at me with a confused expression on his face.
"Oh, you're welcome. It's no trouble, honestly." But it was a bother; of course, he didn't understand that because everything always seemed to come so easily to James Potter. This was certainly no exception.
"Why are you naked?!" I covered my eyes, turned around, and tried to rush away at the same time.
"And love is not a victory march
"You're mental," Fred argued, turning toward Simon for support. "Please inform him that he's mental before I have to write home that the eldest son of Harry Potter lost his last knut and ended up swept away in a monsoon."
One more to the chest
"James..." Freddy faltered, uncertain if he should continue. "You actually like that girl, eh?"
"April," she sighed.
She steered Ainsly to the kitchen, hissing "What the hell, Sly?"
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