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For Aimy and Amy. Love you, darlings. :) Happy engagement. :)
i: Louis
He watches her out the window, the girl with the bright eyes, carefree laugh and redbrown hair. He watches her dance through the rain, laughing as she gets soaked and he wonders to himself what it would like to join the pretty girl with even more pretty eyes without a name.
ii: Amy
She's a firecracker. With a flirty comment here, a dirty joke there, dressed all up in black and yellow robes, so very Hufflepuff. She watches him watch her and finds herself falling in those blueblue eyes and getting captured by that heartwarming smile.
iii: Aimy
She's lightening, free and wild. A leval head of light brown hair. A sly smile across her red painted lips. A flirtatious smile, so very Slytherin and so very forbidden. Because's she's two years older then him and he's a Gryffindor and she Slytherin and Slytherins and Gryffindors don't mix.
Right?
iv:LouisAmy
She's so close, the whirlwind of lovelustjoyandglory, that bombshell named Amy with fire in her eyes and a knowing smile upon her lips. She's too young, she's only seventeen and she's still in school. He has to remind himself of this when she dances just a little to close to him.
v. LouisAimy
She's ever so slightly out of reach, that daring firestorm called Aimy of his- even though she isn't really his- not yet anyway- and he finds himself fallingfallingfalling and this little crush is wrong because she's Slytherin and he's Gryffindor and he's just Louis and Merlin she's Aimy, all beautiful lips and wavy brown hair and funny and Merlin, it's just wrong. But who the Dark Mark cares?
AimyandLouisandAmy
He sees their smiles and their oh-so-long stares. He is all they want, and they are all that he has ever wanted, and eventually all three will work this out, he thinks. No, he knows.
For each is only one of three, and the age old story of a boy and a girl and a girl will unfold-in time.