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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.
'Suffering always starts at seven in the morning doesn't it?'
'Trouble's knowing when it ends.'
Silly me, thinking it already had.
Rough Game, Quidditch
'Ever heard if looks could kill?'
'Ever heard love is blind?'
Nothing Breaks Like A Heart
I cast my gaze skywards, closing my eyes and praying for patience, serenity and strength.
We Are The Champions
If I failed today, it wouldn't be over for me. It would just be harder.
Keep Yourself Alive
Dream Jenny? Chaser for the Magpies? With short hair? She wasn't lost. She was right here.
'You still fancy me?'
The hairdresser looked at James sharply but James rolled his eyes. 'Don't be stupid.'
I pouted, pretending to be hurt. 'You don't fancy me.'
Turning Saints Into The Sea - Part I
'I know but she's the kind of girl that mistakes kindness for love but simultaneously thinks no one can fancy her.'
Turning Saints Into The Sea - Part II
Change came in disguise of revelation and set my soul on fire.
Never Be Like You
I bolted upright in my chair, heart suddenly pounding in my chest.
I shared a horrified look with Dom, who was equally on the edge of her seat, eyes wide.
You Give Me Hope And Now You Take It Away
I frowned at a particularly racy poster of a bikini-clad Muggle with platinum blonde hair. It was actually kind of offensive and it made me a little nauseous to think that James sat in this room and stared at these girls … I smacked my head to stop myself from thinking.
Weighed And Measured
James tried to reach into his pocket discretely, but with my arms around him, it was a little awkward. I let go and took a step back, suspicious. He pulled out a small black velvet box that looked dangerously like it belonged to an engagement ring.
Who's A Heretic Now?
Blaze, Phillipa, Jasper. Blaze, Phillipa, Jasper. Blaze, Phillipa, Jasper.
Feast Your Heart Out
Moss pushed himself up onto his elbows, eyes travelling down my body.
'Why are you wearing that?'
'Er … I think my clothes burnt.'
Sons & Daughters
I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what was in front of me.
All Good Girls Go To Hell
So. Time to pick up the pieces.
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