pastelserpent
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- Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (129)
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“nice to see you again,” he began pleasantly as I tossed the blanket on my bed to the side, summoning the light on above my head silently, providing slightly more light so he could see me better. Whether or not he wanted to was a different matter entirely. “You sound pleased to see me,” he shrugged, “haven’t decided yet, fate must have a plan,” my eyebrow rose silently. “Well take your time, I'm sure fate is taking its’ too,” fate and I were not friends.
“Besides I'm not going anywhere,” I muttered it quietly, but he must’ve heard from the way he shifted in his bed, edging closer to the end. For a moment there was more silence before his eyes caught sight of the glass at my side, I said nothing as he eyed it curiously, “what is it?” I smiled wryly, careful not to display my fangs in the low light, “cranberry juice,” I replied flatly, unblinking as my eyes flickered to the thick liquid for a second. Lupin looked on in disbelief, if I were meaner I might have dared him to take a sip to check.
*1st POV
** Song to listen to while reading - Secret - New Beat Order
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Blaise remained on the wall for a moment before slowly moving across the room with his own grace and serpent agility that had him at my side in an instant. As slow chatter finally filled the room, my heartbeat pounding against my ribs, desperate for the man who had put himself between me and a newfound scar. “Your very own bodyguard,” there was no malice to his voice, a mere observation, “though sacrificing his reputation is a choice,” I said nothing for a moment, “is it really a reputation when we are childhood best friends?”
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** Song to listen to while reading - Kaleo Way Down We Go
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“sorry couldn’t help but overhear you, I could aha direct you?” I turned to face the new voice and was greeted by a tall white guy, well built but not in a muscular fight way, nor lanky, somewhere in the middle at a nice balance, a happy medium of sorts. I didn’t get a chance to look at his face as no sooner had I turned around he avoided all eye contact, or looking at me at all. “direct me to a supermarket?”
“yeah well I'm no Einstein but I have lived here a while and can give you directions,” I nodded slowly, and offered a small tired smile, “there’s a Walmart not too far, a few European stores too if that takes your fancy, and a Target beyond that,” he explained- hope you enjoy this fic!!
- 1st pov as always
- pls assume series begins after season 1 episode 6
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“you cannot be serious,” his eyebrow rose as I cackled loudly,
“I am Sirius, and I'm serious too, he seems interested,” I shrugged nonchalantly,
“too bad I'm not,” my eyes lingered on his for a moment longer than necessary, willing him to realise what I meant. When he said nothing, I hopped off the stool, ignoring the way it bounced back up once more and sighed, eyes roaming the key rack behind Sirius, “you’re not very convincing,” he murmured softly, stepping into my line of vision,
“about?”
“Not being interested,” I shrugged, wondering how far to push it.
“I'm not interested in him” I amended, watching Sirius tilt his head to the side, eyes studying me, flicking between my lips and my eyes, before to the door behind me and back to me once more. “good,” his voice lowered, something hot settling in, as I reached behind me to clasp the counter, “I'd hate to have competition.*1st POV
** Song to listen to while reading - The Weeknd Kissland
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“she told you, back up,” Marcus’ growled lowly, thick with promise, “she doesn’t need your ‘help’ and you don’t need to get into a girl’s personal space to ‘help’” Marcus might have exuded cool calm and collected but in that moment he was ice cold, jabbing air quotes, eyes controlled as he watched silently, waiting on Greg to make his decision. If looks could maim Greg would’ve been through a wall and in a wheelchair for the next six months. Greg finally scraped his stool away from me, allowing me to breath properly since he had joined us. “ten points from Gryffindor,” Snape drawled without looking at Greg, ignoring the low spluttering that echoed off him, instead looking to Marcus with the smallest of nods.
*1st POV
** Song to listen to while reading - Blind Eyes Red Minnie
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