Mugs, Coffee, And Tea.
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Disclaimer: I don't own JK Rowling. But I wish I did.
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1. His looks were worn out, gray and dull. Her's were vivid, bright and cheerful. They didn't have much in common. She loved the Wierd Sisters, he didn't. He loved hot steaming cups of coffee, she didn't. She needed sympathy, he didn't. They were both alike at the same time. She liked him, he liked her. He likes tea, she does too. They were once teenagers, she still seems to be. Nothing was safe nor dangerous about the two. Everything clashed like clinging flute of wine and didn't make sense, but they still needed each other.
2. She stared at her cup of tea, steam curling to the wooden ceilings. It was half empty. She looked up from Ronald's orange mug. His was completely gone. She blinked carefully and coughed elegantly.
"Need more tea?"
She asked pointly. He simply scratched at his scruffy gotee which was growing slowly and flipped the page of the newspaper.
She got up and poored some more into his deep emerald coffee cup. Now when she looked at it was half empty just like hers.
3. "Coffee. Can't stand it. Why do you even drink it? It tastes like acid," She said to him from the beaten up plaid loveseat. Her eyes stared at the mug which was held into his messy hands.
He simply smiled. "It tastes good. You never even had it before."
She stared at him in bewildered expression as he got up from the rocking chair and walked up to her. Before she knew, the coffee was in her hands, him holding it. He pushed it up to her lips and she sipped it. He placed it down onto the rickety table and leaned in and kissed her.
"Coffee is good, isn't it?"
The chair was still rocking in the corner.
4. The Wierd Sisters were playing softly into the Burrow's background. He had covered his ears and yelled for her to turn the racket down. But instead she turned it up, listening to the banshee styled screeches fill the air magnificatly.
"I love this song." She waltzed down the steps according to the beat and he noticed that short mid-drift revealing violet shirt for the first time in his life.
"I hate this song, turn it off." He shouted over the chorus of three women. She turned it off and stared at him.
Damn, that song. He looked at her pasty looking thin legs poking out of her blue short shorts and that bellybutton showing.