Little Lion Girl

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. ~Alice Prewett ~Seventh Year ~Gryffindor ~Pureblood ~Future Auror

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Happy One Year!

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Wishing my mates were around. Going blind looking at my notes.

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Er- right.  Yea.  I mean, thanks.  That sounds good.  The helping me with Transfiguration I mean.  Well, and the Honeyduke’s to be honest.  Can’t expect a bloke to turn down Honeyduke’s.  Love those peppermint imps.  Always have.  Right.  I mean, not that I don’t want your help, because that would be great, I just can’t look at this anymore.  I mean, I have some Honeduke’s though.  I wouldn’t mind sharing…

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Oh thank Merlin.  I mean, I want to help you and everything, but I'm kind of exhausted right now and Transfiguration wasn't exactly what I had in mind.  What I mean is, some Honeyduke's sounds brilliant.  Excellent.  You don't have to share though, I don't want to steal from you or anything.  You seem pretty attached to those peppermint imps... I wouldn't want to separate you two.  True love and all.  Drooble's gum and anything chocolate are more thing, anyway.

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Wishing my mates were around. Going blind looking at my notes.

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It’s not trouble so much as insanity.  It’s Transfiguration, and I’m sure I’ll get it all understood… eventually.  But I don’t think I’d enjoy learning it any more if I understood it better…

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You’re one of the craziest people I know.  Did you know that?  Herbology is way more insane than Transfiguration, yet somehow you manage to be good at that.  And, I mean… I could always help you, if you wanted.  Not that you need my help or anything, I just mean, since you help me with Herbology and all, I could repay the favor.

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No, yea.  I mean.  That would be pretty great.  If you wanted.  I mean, I’m not trying to ask in some overt way by telling you.  I mean, but if you would want is all.  I don’t want you to think I’m cashing in a favor for tutoring you in Herbology either.  Because I don’t mind doing that, you know.  I enjoy it.  Helping you I mean… With Herbology… I mean.

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Yeah, I enjoy it, too.  You're a good... tutor.  And I don't think that.  I mean, if you wanted to cash in a favor, I'd hope that you'd choose something better than help in Transfiguration, like some Honeyduke's chocolate or something.  That'd be a pretty lame favor, especially since you're probably not even that bad at it.  But I'd love to do it- er, that is I'd be happy to help.  

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Wishing my mates were around. Going blind looking at my notes.

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Well we wouldn’t want you to go blind, now would we?

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Er… no.  No that might be pretty bad, I’d imagine.

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Probably.  So what notes are causing you so much discomfort?

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It’s not trouble so much as insanity.  It’s Transfiguration, and I’m sure I’ll get it all understood… eventually.  But I don’t think I’d enjoy learning it any more if I understood it better…

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You're one of the craziest people I know.  Did you know that?  Herbology is way more insane than Transfiguration, yet somehow you manage to be good at that.  And, I mean... I could always help you, if you wanted.  Not that you need my help or anything, I just mean, since you help me with Herbology and all, I could repay the favor.

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Wishing my mates were around. Going blind looking at my notes.

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Well we wouldn’t want you to go blind, now would we?

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Er… no.  No that might be pretty bad, I’d imagine.

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Probably.  So what notes are causing you so much discomfort?

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Wishing my mates were around. Going blinde looking at my notes.

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Well we wouldn't want you to go blind, now would we?

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Dorcas sat outside in middle of the courtyard. A small jar filled with blue flames sat at her feet, melting the surrounding snow. Her wand was held in her hand, absentmindedly stoking the brilliant fire. The girl’s small body was shaking, but Remus Lupin knew it wasn’t the frigid cold that shook her body, but rather her own sobs. 

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A small grin spread across her face in response to his own smile.  She had missed that smile, especially when she was the cause of it.  Well that was the biggest lie she’d ever heard.  ”Right… you thought he was attacking me… with his lips.  Or did I miss something?”  She grimaced, hating how much her emotions were affecting her lately.  “Whatever, it doesn’t matter.  I just thought you did it because… well, like I said, it doesn’t matter.”  She had thought that maybe, just maybe, Frank had done it because he fancied her and that he was jealous or something, but obviously not.  Whatever.  She played with the hem of her skirt, still in her uniform, and blurted out, “I broke up with Paul.  I was a bitch for waiting so long to do it, but at least I finally did.”  She paused and hesitantly smiled teasingly, “What about you?  How have you been?  Did you miss me?”

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Frank cringed, it sounded even more stupid out loud than it did in his head, something he didn’t think possible.  He digested everything she was saying, not knowing what to respond to first, until she asked if she missed him.  “Of course I missed you,”  he hated how… desperate his voice sounded.  Another thing he wasn’t sure he liked.  But even as his brain contemplated how bad it might be that she knew how much he missed her, his hands made their way to hers at the hem of her skirt.  As his brain told him to knock it off and to stop what he was doing, he began to speak.  “And I’m glad you’re not with Paul anymore.”  Then his brain thought, screw it, and he leaned in to kiss the top of her head.  “But you weren’t a bitch,” he said when he pulled back, “especially not about holding off breaking up with him.” 

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Alice let out a small puff of air that she had been holding- holding as she anticipated his answer to the question that she had imagined asking him for days now.  She had envisioned a million different replies he could have had, ranging from telling her that he hadn't missed her in any way, shape, or form and to leave him alone, all the way to him seizing her face in his rough hands and pulling her in for a passionate kiss.  That particular idea created quite the blush to appear on her cheeks, which were already quite rosy from the cold.  But she could and would settle for his actual response.  It was better than she could have hoped for, that was for sure.  When she felt his hands on hers, though, she peered up at him through her eyelashes and for a moment she thought that her fanciful fantasy was coming true, but his lips instead landed on the top of her head, causing her blush to become even more prominent, even in the darkness.  She shrugged, "No, I was a bitch.  The way I acted with Paul, with Jack... with you."  She really sounded like a slag when it was put that way.  "I was horrible."

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Okay, I did it. I attempted /flirting/ with Potter. I sent him a note. I'm telling you because you're the one who has pushed me the most.

Well, finally.

I'm only joking, dear.  This is great!  I'm so proud of you, I just want to pinch your perfectly sculptured cheeks.  So, when's the wedding?