For the Next-Gen Drabble Tag!
Rose & Lysander. "Can we please just make out now?"
I can't take this anymore. The worst part about it is not that I'm offended or something (honestly? It's quite flattering…); it's that he doesn't get my hints.
I mean, he's been having a conversation with my freaking boobs for probably half an hour and I have not slapped him. Isn't that an invitation good enough for Lysander "I'm-the-one-with-my-feet-on-the-ground" Scamander?
But he seems to be content with this… The stupid boy—he doesn't even know what's within his reach!
"Can we please just make out now?" I say at last—and thank Merlin, he looks up from my tits now.