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Her eyes and words are so icy, Oh, but she burns Like rum on a fire; Mara Eighteen G R Y F F I N D O R Auror in Training Glitter Ridden {var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5245138"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); }

[arbormchiggs]

The one you’re having, obviously.

[littlemisslongbottom]

Ooooooo; this shit. Good choice. 

[arbormchiggs]

I’ll take a drink.

[littlemisslongbottom]

Which kind? They have this nasty shit or that nasty shit. 

[arran-goldstein]

He couldn’t help but glance at his mother nervously, “you’re going to be nice, right?” an eye-roll and what sounded like exasperation was all he got, “mum–” 

“I like her. She came from somewhere and I like to think that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, Arran” their conversation soon cut short as the door swung open. 

[littlemisslongbottom]

Hi. 

Mara fell straight into Elizabeth’s arms before backing her way into the easy-fitting space between Arran’s arm and torso. “Mum bought a green bean casserole and she’s all bent out.” 

Mara-- I’m sorry, I did forget the milk in the first one. 

Hi, Arran, darling. Thank you so much for having us over, Elizabeth, it’s wonderful to finally meet you. I’m Hannah. 

[littlemisslongbottom]

Do you have any idea how disastrous this was for me?

She’s not her and you aren’t me. But thanks for the confidence. 

[arran-goldstein]

He couldn’t fight the smile that stretched his lips as his amusement took over, regardless of the shiny substance scattering the air, “neat trick” he mumbled, peering down at the residue that stretched the length of his index finger, he couldn’t help but swipe it along her cheek, “I’ve missed you–”  

[littlemisslongbottom]

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[chefsuri-blog]

[littlemisslongbottom]

Well. 

[chefsuri-blog]

Why dab only half of it? 

[littlemisslongbottom]

The other half is plastic.

[chefsuri-blog]

Thank Merlin for that. I wouldn’t know what to do with exploded boob. 

[littlemisslongbottom]

Dab half of it with a towel and recycle the plastic. 

[arran-goldstein]

“Do I want to see what happens when you let go?” 

“Should I be concerned for the flat – Will Declan kill me?” 

[littlemisslongbottom]

I wouldn’t.

{ As she pinched her wand between her thumb and forefinger, Mara’s palm smashed roughly into her left hand. A grin lifted the corners of her cheeks, because she knew what was coming, and even if she wouldn’t show him what her newfound favourite defense mechanism would do she absolutely would give him the aftermath, because it was all her. Debris: matter smaller than conceivable smashed into a million unseen pieces, and burst their weight into a thin glitter, fine enough to be wiped across her hands like a shimmering excess chalk. } 

[arran-goldstein]

His eyes widened in complete and utter fascination as he let her go to watch, “how did you– that’s wicked” he mumbled, his smile widening, “you’ve got to teach me that–”

[littlemisslongbottom]

Wanna see what happens when I let it go? 

[chefsuri-blog]

Next time I’m going to tell you your boobs will explode. 

[littlemisslongbottom]

They won’t, they’re real.

[determinedoclery]

“The Kenmare Kestrels. Thought that one’d be obvious.”

[littlemisslongbottom]

Sorry, honey, nothing Quidditch is obvious to me.

[arran-goldstein]

“Just coming over, or I was going to head over to yours – just wanted your company–” 

“How was your week?”

[littlemisslongbottom]

Good. Watch this. 

{ Mara relieved her wand from the pocket of her jacket and began to twirl it carefully toward the palm of her opposite hand. Larger circles replaced smaller, more furious ones as she reached the top of a mini-tornado, glossy lips muttering incomprehensibly all the time. } 

[chefsuri-blog]

That’s not even how it works, goose. Thanks. Complaints and all. 

[littlemisslongbottom]

Why are you all... ew. You’re welcome?

[arran-goldstein]

“I’m taking that as a yes–” taking her hand and tugging her inside, “you have great timing – I was just going to owl you–”

[littlemisslongbottom]

About?

[determinedoclery]

“I’m playin’ professional Quidditch. Livin’ the dream.”

[littlemisslongbottom]

For who?

[arran-goldstein]

“Are you staying over?” 

[littlemisslongbottom]

I’d thought about it.