𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲
𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆
𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗢𝗠𝗚, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺-𝗰𝗼𝗺-𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲
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Atychiphobia
(n.) fear of failure ; fear of not being go...
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SCHOOL HOLIDAYS HAD PASSED IN A FLASH, EACH DAY BEING SPENT BASICALLY ANNOYING THE WEASLEY HOUSEHOLD.
and now there was only about a week left until school started back up again, and you would have to depart from your katana's and uniform once more.
but to, in ron's eyes, more important matters, you had all received news that harry had been locked in his room, and you, ron, and the twins were all going to set out at night to go and rescue him.
so that's why, in the dead of night, you were all creeping down the stairs.
well, you not so much. you could run down the stairs if you wanted to, and still no noise would come.
you couldn't say the same for the others, though.
nearly each step they took a floorboard would creak and they would freeze, listening for mrs. weasley's movement.
you eventually sigh, rolling your eyes and picking them all up, holding them on your back.
they all go to shout but you slap your hands over their mouths, glaring at them for their stupidity.
