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xrationalis replied to your post:Oh god I am just imagining Draco, just to piss off...

[ oh ym gOD ]

Draco: “Granger, hear me out—I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.”  Hermione: “...” [punches him] Draco: [incoherent garbled cursing] “Ok one, I think you broke my nose, two, I admit I deserve that but bLOODY HELL GRANGER.”

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Stuck on the Puzzle

Jack’s not taken to life in Scotland. It’s cold, too cold, and he’s far from golden sand and warm ocean, far from the Caribbean. The people are snobbish, laughing behind their hands and what he finds strange, spreading rumours about him, talking about his father’s family as if Jack’s exactly the same, just because he shares their name. Worst of all is the magic. It’s all so… strict. Hold your wand like this, say these words, move your arm just so. Magic’s supposed to be natural, transcendent, spiritual. He’s always seen magic as an extension of his own being, but here magic is taught like it’s just another thing you need to know to pass or fail an exam. And failing is what Jack’s doing, most of the time. He doesn’t mind Potions, or Care of Magical Creatures, but his worst class is Charms. It’s all so... boring.

So he’s hiding in the library, slipped into the restricted section and nestled himself against a shelf with a book on voodoo. The paper is old, and he’s pretty sure the book is bound in skin of some animal. He’s been reading about Marie Laveau - his mum spoke about her all the time, and now he had the opportunity, reading about the voodoo priestess made him feel closer to his mother. He spies a head of black hair slip through and he watches with a smirk pulling at his lips - the Gryffindor girl. 

“And what are you doing here?”