philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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i|when the party's over
Rain slaps against the windows of the humongous manor in the middle of some trees, slightly isolated from the other 'none-magic' households. In the bedroom at the end of the hall on the third floor, a girl is sat on the pearl coloured window seat with a journal on her lap, her back sinking into some of the soft pillows as she stares out at the rain.
Maria Euphemia Potter has never lived a simple life. Not being the daughter of two of the best aurors in history, or being the Gryffindor quidditch captain's little sister, or being best of friends with four boisterous, popular boys that all the girls drool over. Not being one of the most beautiful girls at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
But now, Maria hears the loud booming of music and boisterous teenagers downstairs. Her parents (Fleamont and Euphemia Potter) are out on yet another long mission so James has been having people around the manor all summer. Maria slams her blue journal closed and hops off the window seat, her bare feet hitting the polished wooden floors. The girl slips on some grey sweatpants over her underwear and takes off her many sizes too big t-shirt. Throwing on a white tank top that stops just below her bellybutton, with button holes on the chest. She slips on some socks and bangs her leg on her white, king sized, four poster bed, almost tumbling onto the pearl coloured, silky sheets.
The girl skids to a stop in front of her full length mirror that's next to her walk in wardrobe and fluffs her brunette hair. She strolls over to the door, opening it loudly and storming down the two staircases. She walks into the living room with a bored look on her face, where her brother and all of his friends are dancing and smoking.
Maria saunters over to the speaker and unplugs in from the wall, making everything go silent as James Potter looks up with a confused expression.
"It is midnight and I am tired." Maria says and all the seventeen year olds' eyes instantly snap to the younger girl who's holding the cord in her hand, her other on her hip.
"What the hell Maria?" James groans and she just rolls her eyes, dropping the wire on the floor with a loud thud and slumping on the sofa next to Remus, taking the bottle of fire whisky from him and taking a long swig.
"Slow down, Mari." Remus laughs, taking the bottle off her and she groans, leaning her forehead against the brown eyed boys shoulder. "Hey, are you okay?" He gently grabs her shoulders and sits her up so that she's facing him, concern in his eyes.
"I just don't understand why they're never here." Maria shrugs, lifting the strap that had fallen off her shoulder back to its original place, running her tired eyes.
"Well it's there job, isn't it?" Remus asks, a small smile on his lips as the girl groans, leaning forwards so that her forehead is on his chest.
"Do you think there will really be a war like everyone is saying, Remmy?" Maria yawns and Remus sighs, rubbing her upper back slowly.
