“Actually, I don’t mean to butt in, but it’s pronounced with a hard ‘P’ sound.”
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“Actually, I don’t mean to butt in, but it’s pronounced with a hard ‘P’ sound.”
Emma sat on a bench, her eyes dropping with exhaustion and her heart beating in her throat. They had lost the case. They had lost. It was an odd feeling. One she hadn’t experienced since Hogwarts. Since Quidditch. She had lost. Maybe one sort of loss was a huge deal to anyone else, but for her it felt like a punch to the gut, a spell to the back of her head.
She knew she probably looked like hell, and the amount of fight in her for that moment had dwindled. The word failure buzzing around in her head.
Yes, absolutely! I think... What were you saying? I didn’t accidentally agree to be part of some cult or knitting enthusiasts club, did I? Because you know, that’s happened before.
“This wedding was beautiful. Christ.”
“Each to their own, is all I’m saying- you don’t have to drink green beer to enjoy St Patrick’s Day. There’s plenty else to enjoy at the party. Like giant twister.”
“ do you ever wish we could be students at hogwarts again instead of being an adult? “
she was in the last month of her pregnancy and was due at any time. it was starting to get to her as she tried to picture herself as a mother. the other was probably not the best person to come to for this conversation, but they had been the first name to pop into her head. allegra looked to the side at them with a thin lipped look on her face.
“I managed the day without a single prank being pulled on me. You on the other hand--looks like you went through hell.”