Cecily lowered her head, her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea in the ministry commons. “My bleedin’ head,” She groaned, although she wasn’t quite sure it was the hangover that was weighing her down. Sure, she’d drank a lot the night prior but if you really wanted to dig deeper, she knew what fueled that whiskey filled night was about. Cecily knew it was wrong, and that’s why she’d spewed all that shit to him at the bar, she needed to run him off. Too bad that plan completely back fired. She could probably still do it..run him off..but the only problem was that now she didn’t want to run him off. He’s ten years her junior, fresh out of Hogwarts for Merlin’s sake, and her she is her mind completely distracted by the idea of getting pulled into a hallway for a surprise snog. What kind of woman daydreams like that? Cecily sighed, laying her head down, and watching the steam from the tea rise and evaporate. “A stupid one” she answered herself.









