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The Story of James Winning My Thong
“Who’s that hottie?” James asks obnoxiously, I can feel his eyes burn into me as I walk towards the doors.
“Does she even go here? Because I feel like I would of seen that tail before.” Fred adds.
If I was in a better mood I would of hexed them.
“That’s my sister you git.” Scorp replies smacking him on the back side of the head. I can’t help but giggle to myself as I step inside the train in search of my friends.
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The Story of me Getting Lost
“Aww, now don’t be rude to the bloke that saved you from spending the night under a tapestry.” He chuckles grabbing his own waffle and drenching it in syrup.
“I wasn’t lost.” I declare loudly setting down my fork and staring him straight in those big brown eyes of his.
“You were so lost.” He chimes back, staring intensely at my face with a look of satisfaction slathered across his. I want to slap him.
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The Story of Minerva McGonagall
Scorps head snaps up and then back down at me, he then does something I wouldn’t think he would do, he takes off and runs at an admirable pace back up the stairs. Little git. Leave me all alone to face big Potter.
Just as he rounds the corner James appears looking livid, yo, James, I haven’t done anything. Calm your tits. He looks down at me with hatred in his eyes.
“Spying on me now, are you Malfoy?” He snarls stepping in closer, his fists clenching together.
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The Story of Alex's Booze
“Finally, I now can make you tell me your problems.” Alex says sarcastically, knowing full well I’m ready to do anything to get booze at the moment.
Well not anything.
“James Potter has the impression we are friends.” I moan slamming my head down on the table in a forceful manner. I really shouldn’t of done that. It kind of hurt.
No wonder I’m third in my year.
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The Story of Me Being the 'It' Girl.
Professor Longbottom coughs loudly, “And where were you two?” He asks slowly, suspiciously even.
“Overslept.” James answers for me and I feel the sudden urge to kick him.
“Together?” Professor Longbottom asks raising a large, bushy eyebrow.
AND IF TO THINK THINGS COULD GET WORSE.
“Well yes.” James says as if it’s not a big deal.
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The Story of Quidditch Try Outs
I lay down in the grass, and start looking at the sky above. I am slightly listening to the commentary that Fred was making, but for the most part, I am just relaxing. The grass beside me shuffles and I turn my head to see that Archie has laid down next to me.
“Heard of something called boundaries?” I laugh sitting up and holding my knees to my chest, I turn my head to see him also sit up.
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The Story of Rose and Scorpius
“Sorry guys. I’m not gonna trust the lesbian, or the alcoholic.”
“Hey! I’m not a lesbian.” Layla exclaims, then pauses and turns to wink at this 5th year with gorgeous green eyes. “Wait. Yeah, I am.”
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The Story of the Boys Dormitory
“Guys can’t get into the girls dorms.” Freddies explains sourly, having a look of disappointment on his face. He takes a seat on the end of the bed, causing the bed a small squeak.
I tilt my head at him in disapproval, “You’re a bloody wanker, you know that right?” I laugh throwing a pillow at his face.
“Come on, you think ladies men like us wouldn’t know these things?” Elliott asks slyly, holding out his hands in a know it all way.
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The Story of the Big Bad Awesome Party
“What are we talkin’ bout’ buddies?” I ask with enthusiasm.
“Nothing, you’ll hear about it later.” James assures with finality, roughing up my hair hair. I give him a look and push my way into the circle.
They all stay silent. So I do the only thing that works, I stare at Freddie with puppy dog eyes and he shouts, "We are throwing a party."
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The Story of My First Quidditch Match
The snitch doesn't pull up and neither do Albus and I. We are so close to the ground I smell dirt. I glance at Albus, he’s not going to give up.
Neither am I.
There's the ground, I grip tight on my broom pulling it up as hard as I can, Albus doing the same. We are now flying feet from the ground, at least now we are horizontal.
We are both so close. I need that last push to be able to grab it, and he’s slowly getting ahead of me.
Fuck it.
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The Story of the Kitchen Resistance
A house elf waddles on up to me and offers me a flaky delicious looking biscuit, my eyes go wide and I reach down to take it when-
“NO ANDY. There is no time to eat.” James barks causing me to accidentally slap the biscuit out of the poor house elf’s hand.
The biscuit flies across the kitchens and smacks a house elf wearing a yellow smock right in the face. He/She (I’m not entirely sure) lets out a gut curdling cry as he/shefall to the floor sobbing.
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