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The commotion in the pub made Cedric uneasy, and he tried to push his way through the crowd. He could hear (y/n)’s voice, and she didn’t sound sober by any means. He found a fellow Hufflepuff student in the crowd and questioned him. “What’s going on? Is (y/n) here?” Cedric demanded. “Yeah, she’s here. And she’s utterly wasted!” the boy laughed. That’s what Cedric had feared. He pushed his way in and caught sight of (y/n) laughing hysterically, draped over a boy he didn’t know. His heart dropped, and he reached you quickly. “(Y/n), come here, we’re leaving,” he said in a forceful voice. The boy, who was looking her up and down disgustingly,...

Her voice had slowly faded away as his mind retreated into his inner world. Another fight. Why? Why did they always have to fight? The logical part of him knew that he obviously had to shoulder part of the blame, but his heart was gritting its teeth, denying all accusations. So he did the only thing he could do: he shut her off.As soon as her voice would stop reaching him, his brain would run quarrel simulations to figure out the best-outcome scenario. Scenario 1: If I told her “I’m sorry”, she’d say “You always say that” and continue the fight. Scenario 2: If I told her “And what did you expect me to do?”, she’d start crying. He’d think ...

'So did you want to do something Friday? There's the carnival at 5:30.' Lukas nervously asked you.'Sure, I'd love to.' you happily replied.'Really? Okay I'll pick you up at 5.' he told you. »»-------------¤-------------««So here you were getting ready for your first official date with Lukas. 'I can't believe he actually asked me...' you thought to yourself while flipping through the clothes in your closet. What would you wear: jeans and a shirt? a dress? skirt and crop top? You finally settled on your outfit which was (outfit). After you got dressed you did your daily routine: did your makeup, perfume, hair etc.Just as you were checking...

At the end of his life, Matthias KhØler felt like he hadn’t accomplished anything. He guessed the gods must have felt the same way. When he died, he was still on earth. Was he supposed to have done something to earn his way into heaven? It wasn’t his fault he died so young and couldn’t do anything! He was sitting next to his body, watching his friends and family cry over him. He was just one more victim of a sickness that ravaged the land. Was this his “life” now? Wandering the earth because his soul didn’t float up to heaven? He stood shakily and walked from the house – heart heavy with sorrow. Outside he noticed a flower growing near his...

Your father was a very affectionate man. He was full of love and kindness. He had even married three times, showing each bride a love and kindness no woman had ever known before. His only major flaw might have been that he was not always a good judge of character and that showed now in your eyes as you eyed his newest bride – soon to be your new stepmother – as she walked down the aisle. She had long raven locks and a slender waist and eyes so green they could make the jade stones your brothers had once brought from the east pale in comparison. You stood there in a pale __f/c__ ball gown with a small bouquet in your hand. You hated this wo...

"Hey, Lukas!"  Hm, here you are again with that bright and cheery smile. "Hello there.""How have you been? Anything cool happen since yesterday?"  I wonder why you always ask me that question. Is there really a need for it? My answer's always the same. "Not particularly. Did anything happen to you?""Well, I saw something pretty cool on the news last night. They've apparently started digging through the Gulf of Mexico to learn more about the asteroid which killed the dinosaurs." This thing again? "Didn't you tell me about this almost a year ago?""Yeah, when I was doing a current events project for science class I read about it. It takes so ...

Counting My Lives | Denmark & Reader “I think they’d be a pretty interesting couple, don’t get me wrong,” Arthur’s thickly-accented voice rang out amidst the chaos of the arguing group, disagreeing with Elizabeta’s previous proposition. “But I just don’t see how it’ll work. I mean, he’s obviously emotionally-invested in her, and he’s been stuck to her like glue since before I can even bloody remember! But their personalities do not mix, and I do not think that they would be able to maintain a healthy, stable relationship. They fight all the time even now, and I don’t care what the frog has to say about love -- if you’re fighting all the ti...