3 Works by tea_pea
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Look, I’ll be the first to admit that I had never much bought into the whole pearly gates or eternal damnation business. I couldn’t tell you what I was expecting of the afterlife - but it sure as hell wasn't this.
Moody glowered. "What is with you today?"
I grinned back at him. Oh, you have no idea.
You died, the first time, on a random thursday afternoon. Waking up in the body of a young - and very much alive - Moaning Myrtle, you couldn't quite believe your luck. But alas, no rest for the newly deceased. There is work to be done. Between stopping Tom Riddle from opening the Chamber of Secrets, evading the Knights of Walpurgis, and figuring out just why Olive Hornby hates you so much, you’ve got a very busy afterlife.
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Harri knows full well she has already had too much to drink this evening. Indulging in more would be unwise - the last thing she needed in Sirius’s presence was a further loosening of lips or disinhibition of thoughts. But the firewhiskey was an excuse to dwell in his company just a little longer, to feel the weight of his hand upon her shoulder for just a moment more.
How could she say no to that?
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“Oh come now, I didn't mean to bore you,” he drawled. “Were you hoping for more of a show?”
He was standing squared, the towel slung low on his hips. His hair dripped streams down the valleys of his neck, and though his eyes did not quite know where to seek out her own, skidding blindly upon the air above her head, they shone with a familiar fervor. It was a look she knew well from the quidditch pitch: When the rushing wind whispered he’s right there behind you, and she would risk a glance over her shoulder, meet icy grey, so close, always so unexpectedly close, a broomlength away at most, and the chill of his eyes and the thrill of the chase would send her muscles to shivering, and it would be all she could do just to hold on tight and fly faster.