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“I’m just spiraling into a dark pit of self-loathing and misery over here as I accept my fate of dying alone – but yeah…you two keep flirting that’s great…” - James Potter II
I can’t really explain what made me sit down with her again. Maybe it was the fact that she was also in a phase of righteous anger. Maybe I felt like I could help cheer her up. Maybe my blood wasn’t flowing North. Whatever the reason, I sat. And we drank. And we drank...And we drank...
“Could we maybe start over? Pretend that we didn’t meet on a curb with mascara running down my face before getting sloppy drunk and falling into bed?” - Logan Bell
"...No magic. No wand...Come on James. It’s time you finally attended Muggle Studies.” - Harry Potter
I slumped into the chair of one of the tables and opened the folder begrudgingly. Why didn’t I say I’d taken up a job training dragons?
“You keep doing that...” She all but sighed with a half-smile, "...Making me wanna give you a chance.” - Logan Bell
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