so someone should bring us .... james potter ....
yes please ! james potter is extremely wanted !
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so someone should bring us .... james potter ....
yes please ! james potter is extremely wanted !
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𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙾𝙽𝚈 : 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔?
It takes approximately twenty one days to break a habit. Twenty one days. Twenty one. How was it that she’d never managed to stay in one place longer than that was something of a mystery. However, she’d chalk it up to the fact that, deeply rooted beneath her ribs, there’d been an inevitable fear of settling. Settling down, settling in life, becoming someone worthy of a white picket fence. Running. Jumping ship when things got too hard, too serious. When the world around her became something of a habit rather than that of an adventure. “–– Smoking I ‘spose, although everyone has their vices. Knicking one too many cookies from Gran’s jar whenever I manage to stop by. Maybe even drinkin’ too much coffee for ones good.”
𝙷𝙰𝙼𝙻𝙴𝚃 : 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚎?
“The day I think things through is the day Merlin rises from his bloody grave, suddenly decides to dance a jig to Do the Hippogriff in the middle o’ the Leaky Cauldron.”
𝚅𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙰 : 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?
“If it’s my Gran askin’ then I’m a bloody awful liar.” Everyone else knew better. They’d known that a girl with a cheshire grin was good for one thing and one thing only. She hadn’t ever made friends in her profession, and some knew better than other that Victoire was skilled in the art of concealing. Of twisting words into a truth that others would believe for her own sake. It wasn’t something she’d enjoyed, mind you. However, it was necessary. Could she make others believe that water was wine? There’d been no doubt. Her skill had never been used maliciously, never for the harm of others. Only for her own gain, only for more galleons in her vault and less in that of the rubbish men who’d fallen for it all. “Let’s just call it what it is –– “ Brows perk, interest piqued as she quips. “I didn’t get this rich just by smilin’ now did I?”
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