a/n shitty to say the least, oh well.more soon.
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Ezra sat comfortably in the kitchen, a small smirk still on his
lips as he stares indolently out the patio window, the man of
this morning long gone. I take a sip from the extremely fresh
coffee, wincing as its bitter taste fills my mouth, quickly
swallowing it down, waiting impatiently for the after-effects,
the caffeine intoxication, pounding fiercely through my blood
stream.
"You know, Oliver, this flat has three rooms." I'm once
again slapped away from my privacy and plummet in to the
conversation that Ezra has picked up. I look down at him, from
my position against the counter.
"You're just noticing this." I wave my hand impassively in
the air; Ezra notices this, cocking a black eyebrow at my
movement. He's been trying to talk me into the fact that I have
to be a repressive bi-sexual at least, his main fact, I spend
most of the day surrounded by other guys in tight little
uniforms, and I push myself to be manly by trying to conquer
everything that surrounds me. "Fuck off." My voice raspy as I
bring the mug to my lips again, Ezra laughs again.
"Ollie, dear, pinky out, now," He sticks his boney pinky
finger high into the air. "Like a proper lady."
"Just get back to the room." He shakes his head, muttering
a quick sorry before looking back up at me.
"I just though we could rent it out, you know, save a
couple bucks, we never have guests. well that don't sleep in our
rooms anyways, make the rent easier to pay." His eyes plead with
me to simply nod my head; his fingers reach up to push over a
strand of black hair that has obstructed his view.
"Puddlemere already picks up half the rent, at least." He
crosses his arms, glancing once again towards the window.
"Well, not all of us can be pretty little Quidditch
players, now can we?" I glance down at the watch on my wrist, I
have half an hour before practice.
"Ez, do what ever you please, I'll put an ad in the Daily
Prophet, for you if it means that much." The smile comes back to
his face.
"You're serious?"
"Yeah, sure, just don't get some raving lunatic; I don't
want some person living here just because you fancy him." I
start to move from the kitchen, throwing the mug into the sink,
Ezra jumps slightly, but stays in his chair.
"Don't worry she's perfectly sane." My feet stop at their
current position. "She's coming over here tonight, to move in."
I can hear him wincing, his voice hushed, hoping I won't hear. I
turn back around, giving him one last glare before picking my
bag from the hallway and apparating to the pitch.
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Ezra sat comfortably in the kitchen, a small smirk still on his
lips as he stares indolently out the patio window, the man of
this morning long gone. I take a sip from the extremely fresh
coffee, wincing as its bitter taste fills my mouth, quickly
swallowing it down, waiting impatiently for the after-effects,
the caffeine intoxication, pounding fiercely through my blood
stream.
"You know, Oliver, this flat has three rooms." I'm once
again slapped away from my privacy and plummet in to the
conversation that Ezra has picked up. I look down at him, from
my position against the counter.
"You're just noticing this." I wave my hand impassively in
the air; Ezra notices this, cocking a black eyebrow at my
movement. He's been trying to talk me into the fact that I have
to be a repressive bi-sexual at least, his main fact, I spend
most of the day surrounded by other guys in tight little
uniforms, and I push myself to be manly by trying to conquer
everything that surrounds me. "Fuck off." My voice raspy as I
bring the mug to my lips again, Ezra laughs again.
"Ollie, dear, pinky out, now," He sticks his boney pinky
finger high into the air. "Like a proper lady."
"Just get back to the room." He shakes his head, muttering
a quick sorry before looking back up at me.
"I just though we could rent it out, you know, save a
couple bucks, we never have guests. well that don't sleep in our
rooms anyways, make the rent easier to pay." His eyes plead with
me to simply nod my head; his fingers reach up to push over a
strand of black hair that has obstructed his view.
"Puddlemere already picks up half the rent, at least." He
crosses his arms, glancing once again towards the window.
"Well, not all of us can be pretty little Quidditch
players, now can we?" I glance down at the watch on my wrist, I
have half an hour before practice.
"Ez, do what ever you please, I'll put an ad in the Daily
Prophet, for you if it means that much." The smile comes back to
his face.
"You're serious?"
"Yeah, sure, just don't get some raving lunatic; I don't
want some person living here just because you fancy him." I
start to move from the kitchen, throwing the mug into the sink,
Ezra jumps slightly, but stays in his chair.
"Don't worry she's perfectly sane." My feet stop at their
current position. "She's coming over here tonight, to move in."
I can hear him wincing, his voice hushed, hoping I won't hear. I
turn back around, giving him one last glare before picking my
bag from the hallway and apparating to the pitch.
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