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[skylarbensonrp-blog]

Skylar blinked at the dark haired boy, in a trance. “Uh... yeah, yeah I totally can. For learning, right? Learning.” He found himself falling over his words as he tugged his shirt off and flung it across the room. “Do girls take off your shit? Should I take off your shirt?” He questioned.

[lance-davenport]

Every minute of every day - he had come to hate. Not because of what he lost but because now that he had returned to school, it was a like knife was carving her name into every corner he passed. She was everywhere without being there. He sat in Muggle Studies - seventh year Muggle Studies at the jolly old age of 18. His eyes wandered the room, the same people who had been there for when she had slapped his ass were there now. Some were missing but everyone was solemn. His eyes drew to the Slytherin pair. One who had sided with good and one who had been forced to side with bad and yet? Both alive. Both battered. Both together with each other if no one else. His eyes fell to the seat beside him - empty. It's owner dead and he ran a frustrated hand through his hair, now envious of two Slytherins.