undone;
Naeem made grabby hands at the bottle and abandoned his work. “Hey, Ce, guess what.”
She reluctantly handed over the bottle, smirking. “What is it, love?”

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undone;
Naeem made grabby hands at the bottle and abandoned his work. “Hey, Ce, guess what.”
She reluctantly handed over the bottle, smirking. “What is it, love?”
“I don’t know they’d definitely make my list of fascinating creatures, but I think werewolves interest me most.”
Cecilia grinned, laughing gently. “You would say that, wouldn’t you, Mr. Lupin?” She joked. “Werewolves are absolutely fascinating, I do agree.”
undone;
“Oi, would you stop it? I’m trying to braid your hair,” Naeem slurred, twisting his fingers with a severe lack of grace. “How come you never braid my hair?”
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Grinning, she took another swig from the open bottle of wine. “Your hair is too short to braid, honey,” she mumbled, sadly, enjoying the feeling of him playing with her hair. “But if you grow it, I promise I will. I promise.”
“Thestrals?” Emmeline thought for a second before it clicked. “They are the ones you can only see if you are dead, right?”
“Close, you can only see them if you’ve seen somebody die.” Cecilia said, suddenly realising how macabre it sounded.
“Cecilia!” He greeted. “How are you? Oh yes, it’s a nice day for shopping. Busy though. I usually avoid it on student weekends.”
“Good! Very good,” she smiled, taking a seat at the bar, ordering a Butterbeer. Cecilia laughed gently, “I normally avoid it altogether, not my favourite place, but today was so lovely, I couldn’t just stay in!”
“Oh, why is that? I’ve never really thought of them as exciting, to be honest, but you know it’s not really my area.”
“They can only be seen by people who’ve seen, well, death. How does that work? Do they have a charm upon them- is it just in their nature? I find myself incredibly intrigued by them.”
“I don’t understand how people don’t think Thestrals are one of the most exciting creatures there is,”
“Just some butterbeer today, Rosmerta.” Demetrius sat at the bar. Normally, he avoided Hogsmede on weekends that the students went down, but he’d urgently needed some supplies and couldn’t resist taking a break in the Broomsticks.
Cecilia looked up, hearing Mopsus’ voice. “Professor Mopsus, hello.” She smiled, nodding gently. “Having a nice day?”
“Just what I like to hear.” He flashed a smile before fishing a crumpled packet of cigarettes out of his back pocket, placing one between his lips and lighting it quickly with his wand. He took a long drag, letting the smoke spill from the corner of his mouth before turning back to his Professor: “Why such a good mood, then?”
Cecilia looked the other way as he lit the cigarette, but smiled gently. “Reconnected with an old friend. Starting to feel normal again.” She hummed. “Even if the world is falling to pieces right now.”
“You can do wandless silent magic?” Severus asks, his brows furrowed, “Or just that?” he asks, feeling a bit bewlidered, “I thought only Dumbledore could do something like that,” he says, clearly confused, “It seems like a bit of a waste.”
“It really isn’t the most difficult thing in the world. And I can’t do much more than that trick, if I’m honest.” She frowned. “Why’s it a waste? It’s been very helpful for me.”
He smiled against her lips, pulling away briefly, breathlessly, to say, “it only takes one to get your fix.”
“I can’t decide whether you’re talking about cigarettes or kisses.”
He smiled against her lips, pulling away briefly, breathlessly, to say, “it only takes one to get your fix.”
“I can’t decide whether you’re talking about cigarettes or kisses.”
His hands settled into their familiar place on her hips. “If I kiss you, I’ll be tasting nicotine for the rest of the day,” he reasoned.
“I only had the one,” she whined, looking up at him, and closing the distance between them.
“I’m going to report you immediately.”
Gemma had been itching for a cigarette herself and was quite pleased to see a familiar face on the grounds. Trying to find somewhere safe enough to smoke was becoming a problem. So the tone of her voice was teasing, letting Cecilia know she was only joking, as she let her own cigarette dangle between fingers, her wand helping with the necessary flame to set it alight.
“I used to smoke harder shit back in the day. You ever dabble in that?”
Cecilia shook her head, smiling. “Nope, just cigarettes for me. It’s a wonder I ever got away with that.”
“You really think I’m gonna kiss you know, Ce? You’re messing up your lungs, love.”
“If you kiss me, I won’t be able to smoke anymore.”
Hestia couldn’t help but grin and laugh at Professor Owen’s comment, “Oh no, of course not! Wouldn’t that be a headline, though? Girl Mistakes Puffskein For Marshmallow.”
“It certainly would! It’s no excuse, though! At least now I know who to point the finger at if one of the Puffskeins does go missing!”
“You can call me Severus, miss,” he says softly, adjusting his jaw. He should probably get used to being referred to by his surname, considering what he was hoping to do, but it still wasn’t quite how he liked to associate himself. “Do you have your wand somewhere?” he asks, his brows furrowed, knowing very few people were actually capable of doing wandless magic. Severus figured it was in her other hand, just out of sight, after all, something that precise would have required immense skill.
Cecilia smiled, and nodded. She usually referred to students by their surnames, with rare exceptions, but if someone asked, she wouldn’t refuse. “Ah, yes, it’s in my bag, in my classroom. Why do you ask?” She seemed to realise why he was asking, and half-smiled. “Oh! No, I actually do that trick wandlessly, my parents have always been very disapproving of my habit, even when I was an adult, so I had to learn how to get rid of a cigarette quickly,”