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Useless headcanon from Post War:

Lee still has folders of CDs. His cousin Thomas convinces him to convert them into digital files.

Lee has an mp3 player.It a gift from Dina Evelien and he sometimes falls asleep listening to music. 

Later, he’ll have an ipod and he’ll try the Zune out. Regardless of the format, he always has a Must Sing for Karaoke playlist.

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✉

Send me a ‘✉’ for five times my muse didn’t text yours, and one time they did. Drafts:[all hale the queen] California’s great. [all hale the queen] Jealous? Me? I have more personality than those American model types Dina has to do photoshoots with.[all hale the queen] Not-Bellatrix can’t be real–she’d have a tan or be sunburnt by now.[all hale the queen] Don’t tell Dina…but I may have fallen in love with McFlurries.

Sent:[all hale the queen] I’m sending Eliza a giant bear I won at the boardwalk. You can’t stop me.

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"Here, drink." (Dina)

Your muse is a vampire but incredibly thirsty after sustaining a injury, My muse is a human. send “Here, Drink” for my muse to offer you their wrist/neck for them to drink, to heal.Or send, “I…shouldn’t.” for this to be the opposite around; My muse is the vampire and your muse is the human offering.——————–Lee opened his eyes.Dina? What was she–? She shouldn’t even be here.He scooted back and his shoulders hit the wall.He drew his knees to his chest. He shook his head and tried to ignore the throbbing pain from his side. And how loud and clear he could hear her heart beat quicken. She was probably worried. It was almost funny. “I…I’ll be f-fine.’S not like…I’m gonna…die or something.” He almost laughed,but that hurt,too.

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Five times kissed(for Dina)

 She’d saved him countless times. He’d never asked. She simply had.|one|

The very first time? He’d been too focused on pranking the punch bowl. The music blared, feet pounded on the stone floor, and a mix of languages fed into the fury of activity of the Yule Ball. An international stage and a chance at upping the stakes had been irresistible. McGonagall would’ve caught him–

–if Dina hadn’t yanked him under the table and pressed her lips to his. He was in over his head. And she pulled him out. Kissing her was the rush of a broom dive 20 feet down, and snatching the snitch–unexpected, dizzying, and right.There were other kisses. Many others. Their 7th year, there was one…|two|The air was cool in the darkened, secret, passageway. He’d joked they should go the Room of Requirement, but chances were up that someone might want to practice defense. No, this was better. His back hit the wall, he pulled her towards him, right hand cradled the back of her neck, his left palm pressed between her shoulder blades. His lips found her neck. The air was cool. Her skin was warm. He kissed her lips again. And maybe that time they saved each other? War riding in on the wind. Umbridge in the castle. Dina and him? Together everything was more bearable. But then…

He’d chosen. And there wasn’t time for snogging, for pranks, and together. War was fought with wands as well as words. For people with magic, words possessed a deeper power to affect the world around them.

They survived the war. And everything that had come before it was like a disconnected dream. He didn’t feel together. He wanted that feeling again. Maybe if he hadn’t wanted it so much,Jennie wouldn’t have been able to crack him a part a little bit more. She hadn’t meant to, but she proved a person could care about someone and still leave them broken. If Dina’s first kiss with him had been a game-winning-swoop, then Jennie’s last with him was the final bludger-stomach-punch, the swift fall, and fractured bones.

|three|He was dazed and confused, but somehow his feet lead him to Dina’s doorstep. Mistletoe. He’d forgotten it was nearly Christmas. He supposed he must’ve looked like he felt. Dina had probably only meant to honor the silly tradition.But she swept him off his feet again. She kissed his lips and he remembered what feeling wanted was like. 

If his life was a watered down fairytale, this is where the story would end. But in their world, fae are real, magic requires energy and sacrifice, and healing is never as simple as wishing.

|four| 

Time and distance from overcast, British skies, help,though.The hotel suite door swung open.Lee finished a push-up, then hopped to his feet and kissed Dina’s cheek. “Hello, beautiful.”

Dina scrunched up her nose. “My hair’s a mess and I have sand everywhere. And the photographer kept telling us ‘look intense’–how am I suppose to know what that means?”“Ssh…” Lee pressed his lips to her’s, he tasted sea-salt, and sunshine and he meant to calm her, but his pulse quickened. He pulled away.At least, he’d quieted her. “Relax. I promise I won’t tell you how to look or what to do. We can do anything you want tonight.”

|five|

And sometimes, even a change of scenery didn’t help at all.

The kick sent Lee rolling, hands grasped at too soft blankets, the sense of imbalance jolted him too slow, he landed on his behind at the side of the bed.  Lee was alert. His hand grabbed his wand from the nightstand, but only Dina was in the room. Dina thrashed. Lee climbed back into the bed. He blocked an arm from striking out. Lee smoothed back her hair. “She’s not here. We’re safe.” The last might be a lie–he didn’t trust that himself, but it was what she needed. “Dina. Wake up.”

She sat up, her hands reached for his face, he kissed her wrist, and she stared at him"You’re here?““Yes.”

“She knows you.” Dina drew her hands back. "If she could look like Artemis, why not you?She could’ve–And this is a trick–Prove it. Prove you’re you.“ He leaned in, pressed his forehead to her’s, and reached for her hands again. “Athena is a cat that thinks she’s a dog. Arachne’s getting old. Bellatrix would probably say something like ‘of course it’s me,‘but I don’t know what will convince you. So tiny things are all I have…Like if it were up to me, I’d kiss you right now, but I’m afraid you’ll pull away. Or you’ll let go of my hands and disapparate away and I won’t know how to help. Or how to find you. And I want one of our pets to hop on the bed and bark or purr because if this were a mov–”

Dina grabbed his shoulders and crashed her lips against his.She didn’t know what he meant to say,but if his absurd thought wasn’t enough to convince her, then how he kissed her, would.

He didn’t hesitate. He pulled her closer, tried to pour reassurance into the kiss, hold her tighter, and prove he was solid and real. He tried to say, it doesn’t matter where we go or what we do–I want to be there for you.

|bonus kiss #6|Hurried. Impatient. Fumbling hands, racing hearts, warm skin, wet tongues.Gasps and moans and growls. Clothes crumpled at their feet.

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First Comes Love Then...

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Lee apparated back to his room. He shrugged his jacket off,dropped it on the back of a chair,and kicked his shoes off. Ron would be okay,but this definitely hadn't been his day. Lee removed his glasses and laid them on the nightstand.He yawned and walked into the living room. He kissed Dina on the cheek. "They're keeping Ron for a few more hours but he was complaining about pillows when I left. Hopefully,that's a good sign."

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because while lee is under the impression that it was mutual it definitely was not. he broke her heart man

I don't think he thought it was mutual. I do think he doesn't realize how much he hurt her then.

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That last one is hilarious. And the one about potter watch omg who would he be talking to

I was thinking Fred but anyone who might get huffy about them breaking up. Artemis might've, too.

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Hear 10 things my character has said about your character behind their back

“There was a crazy bird in my rowboat who didn’t understand the importance of knowing where all the loos are when you’re in a giant medieval castle of a school.Girls are mental.”

“I… may or may not have turned her hair pink.”

“Yule Ball? Asking Dina. As a friend, you know? Who needs the pressure of romance and embarrassing yourself on an international scale?”

“ It was a kiss and McGonagall interrupted it so-so-Just shut it..”

“Don’t— don’t–Just– I broke–I chose Potterwatch, okay? No piece of mind giving necessary.”

“Dina and I? That was ages ago. She’s a dear friend.”

“She slapped me. Of course, she was angry. I would’ve been more surprised if she’d been fine with it. How’d we make up? We… put everything on the table and talked it out.”“Sometimes I feel like I’m making everything about me and that’s not what I want for us. I don’t want to guilt-trip someone into staying.”

“I’ve never been more serious about or with someone. I don’t want to mess this up.”

  "Okay, but if you put our names together it’s Leena.In Arabic and Latin that’s palm tree.That makes me think of sunshine. In Indian, it’s torch. So warmth and light and pretty sure fire is a Gryffindor thing. In Irish, Leena is wet meadowlands. And my real name means meadowlands. So together we’re–where things can grow and that’s beautiful.And either I’ve been on the internet looking up names too long or we’re meant to be together.“