❝she was a beautiful dreamer.
the kind of girl who
kept her head in the clouds,
loved above the S T A R S
and left regret beneath the EARTH
she walked on.❞
she looked back at the mess she had created , finding herself G R I M A C I N G . ‘ it was an accident ? - -maybe . ’ her voice increased an octave as she spoke .
with a soft sigh the girl knelt down to assess the damage, trying to determine whether tackling the mess was best done with a spell or if old school manual labor would be most effective. ❝why don’t you walk me through whatever happened here?❞
“ no i get it. honestly … i get so pissed off when my wife doesn’t have dinner waiting for me. like why else get married? ” james gave her a smirk, organizing the mess that she was creating as a way to keep his hands busy. it seemed to go against nature, but he found himself doing things more and more differently as the year went on. before he knew it, he’d be studying every night in the library.
hA! as if he had the time.
“ fun little fact; i happen to L O V E mildly burnt toast. the eggs, however, could be a problem. how’s about i lend a hand, yeah? make your dad proud. ” he was happy to see that she could revisit memories with a smile on her face, this perhaps providing a small hint that she might’ve been handling it a lot better than his worrisome attitude would allow him to believe.
❝it really makes you question the principles of marriage doesn’t it?❞ the redhead played along, shuffling about as she tried to juggle the tasks she’d set for herself to no avail. ❝there you go, make yourself useful. there’s nothing better than a man who knows his way around a kitchen, or so i’m quickly realizing. looks like you’re going to be the one cooking the fancy meals in this relationship.❞ lily commented offhandedly, pushing the eggs in his direction and tending to the toast. now that he’d mentioned he favored his toast much like she did, there was a new underlying need to make him love her toast. it was a stupid thought but the girl was nothing if not stubborn and she needed to impress him with the one culinary ‘skill’ she had. ❝have you got much on today?❞
Hannah moved to pick up the rest of the books that had falled to her feet and quickly pressed them back into her bag. “Thanks. I don’t usually fall asleep wherever I am. Not sure if I was bored out of my mind or mentally exhausted, or both.”
❝that’s alright, it’s been a heavy couple of weeks i completely understand. at least you got some sleep before i came along.❞ lily laughed softly, handing the girl the remainder of her books before she stood and crossed her arms. ❝have you got a lot on your plate? anything i can do to help?❞
“If I can put forth a convincing statement could I stay here?” Hannah mumbled from her spot on the staircase, she had sat to finish up some work and had fallen asleep. In that time it must have come to be past hours.
❝sorry, that’s going to have to be a no. i’ll let it slide though, just gather your things and off to bed? come on, i’ll walk with you.❞ lily offered a sweet smile as she picked up one of the books scattered along the staircase.
❝ well that seems like a leap, dearest. eavesdropping? what a nasty word, how little you must think of me. suppose i simply …. lost my spectacles. ❞ she laughs, sure to give the other girl a sly wink and brushing at her skirt to rid herself of any dust that might linger. ❝ flattery implies i’m lying. but i wouldn’t lie to you, sweets. well… not about that beautiful hair of your’s, anyway. — now, how was the dance? your date? your dress? i– i missed you in the shuffle– ❞ more like she hadn’t paid a lick of attention, only to kick herself later. she’d been a silly fool the entire night, with nothing to show for it. the return to reality had been … jarring. to say the least.
❝hm. right.❞ lily shook her head slightly but decided not to press further upon the subject. after all, there was little chance that the girl would actually admit to what she’d been caught doing so really what was the point. ❝ nice to know you’re keen on my hair. it was good. i had fun.❞ the girl concealed her blush as she looked away, remembering the events that took place the night of the ball. ❝enough about me, how was your night? did you enjoy your date? ❞
“ honestly? i have no idea. not even really sure if i’m HUNGRY. ” he looked her way, offering a smile before moving his legs and jumping off the counter. “ i just felt like comin’ to the kitchen. so how about you surprise me … or we put our brains together and fail miserably at making something. ”
❝you’re an odd one POTTER. but hey who am i to judge. this might be a great chance for you to see how absolutely horrid i am in the kitchen. we’ll start with mildly burnt toast and half poached eggs. maybe i’ll even get fancy and try to whip up some coffee.❞ with that the girl began moving around the kitchen and assembling the ingredients she needed, her brow furrowed as she worked. ❝dad always said i would be a disaster if i ever got married. he was all for the feminist movement but he did say it was nice to have his wife cook him something every once in a while and i never met up to the standard. he used to tease me about it incessantly.❞
❝ oh don’t be mean, sweets. ❞ rita sighs heavily, climbing down from her precarious perch with just the lightest dusting of an embarrassed blush plaguing her cheeks. in her defense, snooping on other’s conversations could be quite difficult. worse still was to get caught in the act. ❝ would it help if i told you your hair looks especially luscious today? very country-bumpkin meets a hair brush. ❞
❝me? MEAN? that doesn’t seem right considering i just caught you eavesdropping for what i’m sure will be another thrilling exposé into the personal lives of our classmates. truly wonderful to see how you get your insights dear, amazing sources you’ve got.❞ her smile didn’t waver as she crossed her arms, her brows arching upwards. ❝when has flattery ever worked with me skeeter?❞
“ couple’a minutes. ” he repeated under his breath, a slight eye roll following as he pushed himself to a standing position. “ alrighty captain, my captain … let’s go. ”
“ how is it … by the way? bein’ the ‘bad guy’ ? can’t imagine it’s easy
—
m’not bein’ snarky, i’m genuinely curious. how does it feel bein’ a so-called narc? ”
❝ a NARC? first time i’ve heard that one. care to enlighten me? is it because i’m in charge of enforcing rules or because im a bad guy in some other sense?❞
“ looks like breakfast just WASN’T ENOUGH, huh? ” james said with a grin, seated on the counter, his feet elevated with his back pressed firmly against the fridge. “ … great minds. ” the boy lifted his finger and motioned between himself and his new, recently arrived company.
❝eh, i missed breakfast this morning. somehow i’m not surprised i ran into you here though.❞ her brows rose as she sauntered up to the fridge, standing directly beside him as she reached for the door handles. ❝what’re you in the mood for?❞
“ yeeaahhh. one attack on hogsmeade an’ suddenly everyone is so sensitive. thanks DEATH EATERS. ” the sarcasm dripped from his words, but he understood. made perfect sense. everything was changing.
“ so ye gonna force me to go back or are ya gonna join me for a lil’ bit? ”
❝BASTARDS.❞ lily shot him a weak smile, shrugging slightly. there wasn’t much she could do but she knew it was frustrating. ❝i’ll join you. if anyone asks, i’m escorting you around, should buy us a couple of minutes.❞
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