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Pity The Houses Are White
I looked around, noticing a makeshift stage. Professor Newton (Muggle Studies) and Professor Fig (Muggle Arts) strode up onto it. Everyone shushed up and faced them. I couldn't believe we were the last to arrive. I wondered if we would get points off for that. Then I remembered we weren't getting any marks for this at all.
Unlock Your Fears
James trailed kisses down my jaw, neck and reached the hollow there. My chest rose and fell rapidly, heart a humming bird's wings. He looked up at me. His espresso eyes were wild and bright, the amber gold glinting in the sunlight. With flushed cheeks, swollen and bruised lips—he looked punch drunk.
Spinning Empty Bottles
'Are you going to take your clothes off or what?' James asked.
The Midnight Special - Part I
'I love Ron.'
The Midnight Special - Part II
'Yes. It's real. This is reality.'
Don't Tear Down My Walls, I Just Decorated Them
A lesson I've learned: building furniture together was a very insightful way to get to know someone.
Kiss And Don't Tell
'Will you two stop flirting? This is—this is actually a little offensive? Like, for once, just think about the people out there in the world who don't have sexual tension with anyone?'
Many Happy Returns, Judas!
How did anyone survive this?
The Truth Bubble And The Needle
I felt frantic—panicked. My heart sputtered in my chest as I looked up at the house; the number 7 sign rusted with age and slightly askew; the recently painted wood, white but already dirty with grass stained footsteps and cigarette ash; the brown shingled roof that sloped down; the buttery, honey gold door.
Plan A Party Then Plan The Escape
'You're in love with him. I get it.'
When The Plan Actually Goes According To ... Plan?
'He's so messed up over you, oh Merlin.'
Dear ASBO Five
That was it.
Pretty Eyed Boys Girls Die To Trust
My frustration peaked, the world tipped, and I think I'd like to have just one good row with someone before I went completely insane.
If We Were Meant To Be
So it looked like my fifteen minutes fame for throwing the Muggle Studies party that kicked us out had officially fizzled out.
'Voldemort is dead, Jenelle. What else have we got to live for but the fight to protect our right to be clichés?'
Shipwrecked and Bound
It struck me then, like a bolt of lightning, that the weird feeling bubbling in my chest was admiration.
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