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Just a walk

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Post by Christabelle Whittle on Tue Jun 02, 2020 3:57 am

Christy looked up at him, almost frowning. “Can you at least not call me that?” she asked him. She knew he didn’t mean anything hurtful by calling her a weirdo, but she also didn’t like hearing him say it either. Something about it just rubbed her the wrong way. She had heard it enough since she had transferred in from other people around the school. At least the ones who had no clue who she was when she first moved. The ones that weren’t family like Sophia or Godric and didn’t run in the same circle that more pureblooded families did.

She smiled as he brushed the hair out of her eyes and kissed him back. “But if you told me I’d at least know.” She said smiling before her lips brushed against his again. They were at the bar already and it really seemed like hours had passed despite it only being a few moments. She was curious as to what he would order for them to take.

“Make sure you get some butterbeers,” she said not looking away from him, “Oh! Can we go down to the candy shop and get some candied pineapple too?”
Christabelle Whittle
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Seventh Year Ravenclaw
Seventh Year Ravenclaw

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