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hufflepuffmiller‌:

The male tilted his head slightly trying to work out what she was doing. Pulling his door to he stepped out of the house and walked over to her. “Are you sure?” He asked raising his brow, very much doubting that she was okay by the tone of her voice and her position on the floor. “Do you need some help?” Asher asked cautiously approaching as he hovered over her.  

Peyton had hoped that she would have managed to pick herself up before he even had the chance to get to her, yet she was still struggling to actually do so. Of course she was able to move, she’d already proved that by picking the leaves out of her hair, it was just the actual sitting up without the world feeling like it was moving. “Yes? No? Maybe?” She found herself answering while not actually being clear. “Just maybe give me a second? There’s currently two of you when I’m pretty sure there’s not suppose to be and the last time I checked you did not have a twin Asher.”

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gryffinprongs‌:

James feigned a hurt expression and met her gaze. “Ouch. That’s a bit far, Peyts.” He sniffed, frowned and looked away as if he was about to cry. “Another low blow – you’re brutal.” He broke character and let a laugh leave his lips, shaking his head. “Time flies when you’re having fun.” He shrugged. Not that their current predicament was all that fun – the war, that is. “We’re all grown up now.” As if James Potter could ever really grow up.

Peyton just stared at the marauder with a raised brow as if waiting for him to finish. “Oh please, you don’t think after all our time together that I hadn’t learnt to see through that fake hurt expression? I know better than to fall for that any longer.” She gave a playful scoff as she rolled her eyes. “I’ve toughened up these last few years, Potter. You should see my guns now.” The witch teased laughing as she lifted her arms up to prove a point even though she knew she hadn’t changed at all. “Well most of us are. I’m still waiting to see if the same can be said for present company. Are you still causing mischief where ever you go?”

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hufflepuffmiller‌:

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Asher was in the hall near his door when he heard a loud bang on the other side of his front door. Whatever it was, it must have been really loud for the male to have heard it. Furrowing his brow he walked up to the front door pulling it open only to be met with his neighbour. “Peyton? Is, erm, is everything okay?”

Peyton had been happily sat in the tree in her front garden as she watched the world go by, using the chance to hide away from her mother’s ‘visitor’ and whatever fake story she would be fed this time. The young witch wasn’t sure how long it had been before she was falling asleep, only to lose her balance and come crashing down to the floor with a thud. She could feel the wind brushing her cheeks as she fell and the stability to slip beneath her causing her to jolt awake cursing. It was as she had been in the middle of picking herself off the floor wincing that she heard Asher’s voice, her cheeks and ears turning red in embarrassment. “Yep. Sure, yeah, everything is fine. Great.” She tried to call out, though it sounded more like a croak. 

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gryffinprongs‌:

“Only every single day.” He joked, winking at the brunette before allowing a laugh to pass through his lips. James offered Peyton a smile, sitting up straight in his seat. “Since we last went on a date? Years. ” He laughed. “But before you even consider it, it’s too late to escape now. Your grace period is over.”

“I see your ego has not changed. I wouldn’t have gone as far to say every day, more like once a month.” Peyton attempted to keep a straight face as she feigned disinterest. “Oh, is that what we called it?” She raised a brow and tilted her head with an innocent look before smirking teasingly. “I can’t believe how quickly it’s gone. All of it, not just us dating.”

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gryffinprongs‌:

James laughed lightly, sliding into the seat opposite her. “Did you really think we were complete failures? I didn’t think I was that bad.” He joked with his ex-girlfriend. “You look great, by the way.”

“No, not complete failures. You had your moments I suppose.” She teased playfully as she shrugged her shoulders reminiscing on the past. “Thanks, you’re not looking to shabby yourself James. It’s been a while.” 

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gryffinprongs‌:

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James had really only signed up to this thing as a joke, and on the off chance that it was successful, at least he’d get a good date out of it. Told to make his way to a restaurant just outside of town, he walked in and informed the waiter of his reservation. Directed to his table, his gaze fell on a very familiar brunette. A smile found its way to his lips. “Well, their algorithm isn’t too bad.” He said with a light chuckle. 

Peyton had been too nervous to sit around waiting, so instead she had chosen to arrive to her date a little bit early and give her the opportunity to scope the place out. Sitting at her table, nervously picking at her cuticles she kept glancing up every time the door opened. It had been about ten minutes when the Witch heard a familiar voice causing her eyes to widen and a sheepish smile to pull at her lips. “It’s nice to know that we aren’t complete failures at picking our own dates then.” 

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hufflepuffryan‌:

The male tried not to roll his eyes at the female. He’d heard the warning enough times, if he was going to give up he would have done it by now. “We’re all dying from the moment we are born, so I don’t think it matters much. I could go for a walk tomorrow and get hit by a bus or maybe a death eater will kill me both of which will kill me fast than these things will.” He pointed out nonchalantly as he gave a shrug. 

“So that automatically means we have to help and make things move quicker? You’re a real downer, aren’t you?” Peyton pointed out with a frown as her brows dipped. 

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cjthewizard‌:

“Thank you.” CJ smirked, bowing his head. “I guess not but, there’s only ever fun in seeing other people suffer at the hand of those bloody beans.” The male spoke, laughing lightly to himself.

Peyton scowled at his smirk, not liking the fact that she had been put to silence and caught out. “I still feel it’s a little harsh. Shouldn’t it be fair on everyone to suffer the pain of the beans?”

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misunderstoodspencer‌:

“If you’re trying to play it off it’s really not working for you. If anything you’re making it more obvious.” Spencer pointed out looking at her somewhat amused and somewhat baffled by her stupidity. “You’re literally the worst liar I’ve ever met, and anyway, if they make a perfect view why would you want to change it?” 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, it’s working great. You’re just not being very cooperative.” Peyton’s eyes narrowed in fake anger as she glowered at him. “Excuse you, you can’t tell me how the artistic eye works. Something can still be a perfect view and still have modifications made to make it even better. It’s all about perspective.”

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cjthewizard‌:

“I mean, I’d much rather be absolutely certain that I’m not going to throw up. But, seeing other people get the bad ones is something I can get behind.”

“I mean I don’t--- Is ther-- Okay, yes you have a point.” Peyton finally replied having to think over her answer. “Though it’s not really fair though, is it?”

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misunderstoodspencer‌:

“You mean other than the fact I can see you staring directly at me?” He asked raising a brow at the female before glancing over his shoulder, “Right, because a brick wall and a dustbin make a great scenic view, do they?”

“Psh, no you don’t. You see nothing.” She tried to play it off coolly as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “I’ll have you know they make the perfect view. I’m imagining what kind of imagery I can turn it into when I think of a spell.”

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hufflefaye‌:

“If you only learn the things you want to learn, then you will learn nothing.” Faye said, immitating the tone of her grandparents as she spoke. “Or something like that, anyway.” She shrugged, leaning back slightly with a light laugh passing by her lips. “I will refrain from discussing the sexuality of the elderly in future.”

“Well that’s not strictly true.” Peyton frowned as she thought over her words, suddenly feeling unsure of herself. “It would be greatly appreciated. I don’t need to be thinking of my grandparents getting down and dirty.”

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cjthewizard‌:

“There is but, there’s also the risk of inevitable projectile vomiting!” 

“But isn’t that all part of the fun? Not the projectile vomiting of course, but the whole not knowing what you’re going to get.”

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hufflefaye‌:

“I’m surprised you don’t. It’s quite interesting.” Faye shrugged, a smile on her lips. “I thought you might like to know.”

“I mean, there’s a lot of other stuff that I’d have been quite happy to learn. Old people’s sexual appetites and the likelihood of them catching an STI was not one of them.”

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cjthewizard‌:

“Then consider it a warning to avoid Every Flavour Beans at all costs.”

“But they have some really good flavours in them too!”

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hufflefaye‌:

“But it’s true.” Faye insisted, her arms moving to rest on the table in front of her. “Most people diagnosed with chlamydia now are the elderly.”

“I fear the reason you know that--” Peyton cringed at the thought as she eyed the girl in concern. “You realise just because you know it, doesn’t mean it needs to be voiced out loud.”