How could it be embarrassing?
I don't know you and you don't know me.
I'm still not telling you.
Come on.
Nope :)
Fine for everyone you tell me,
I'll tell you one who I find pretty.
Why would I want to know
who you find pretty?
Are you telling me you're not at least
a little bit curious as to whether I
think you're pretty or not.
Not.
Lies.
Fine, you tell me first.
I asked you first though.
Then neither of us will say
anything and I'll just go to bed.
Rune Westwood.
Rune had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep herself from squealing.
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
She tried to remind herself that it didn't matter if he thought she was pretty because they would never meet, and he would never find out who she was.
But it didn't help.
She was floating.
You still there?
You think Rune's pretty?
Mmh.
Since she could, she stretched her fingers and a smug smile spread over her lips as she wrote.
I don't really like her.
Yeah, me neither.
She gasped and nearly cursed him out but recovered quickly as she reminded herself yet again that it didn't matter what he thought.
Okay, Rabastan Lestrange.
Of course, you do.
Don't like him either?
I never said that.
Okay next girl. Gimme gimme.
Sylvia Sallow.
You have a type.
I don't. You've restricted me.
Anyways, tell me next.
It's embarrassing.
Do tell.
Barty Crouch Jnr.
...
Does he have something special
about him or what?
Why do all of you like him?
He's an attractive boy.
Your taste is terrible by the way.
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𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆, regulus black
Fanfiction↬ in which Regulus and Rune find out that broken pieces still fit together. ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Academic rivals. Everyone knew they were that. The hate feud between Regulus Black and Rune Westwood was common knowledge. But everyone knows that there'...
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑: 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲
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