Duplicitous | T.N.

XIX • Anthony Creevey

|TW| this chapter has evidence of both sexual content and illegal activity, please feel free not to read if triggering

Also, If you happen to know me personally you better skip this chapter
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It was a boy. The person who took a seat next to her was a boy. A handsome one at that. In fact she actually recognised this particular boy. He wasn't a boy at all but a man, the same one she'd barely interacted with a couple of months ago at her last trip to Hogs Meade.

He was still just as beautiful. Eyes ever so sky blue and naturally downturned in a fashion that made her giddy. Hair, a pile of messy, soft, brown curls that sat a fraction away from touched his eyebrows. She couldn't help but gawk at his rosy tainted cheeks and nose.

She hadn't realised she was staring until he turned to face her. She shot her head down to her first cup that she had gotten half way through. She didn't feel any effects of the drink, the only thing she felt was the sorrow she had been experiencing all day.

It all happened in a second but when he turned to face her, she gave him a look as though she was a deer caught in the headlights, quicker than ever Aurora shot her head so fast her ponytail flew over her shoulder and whipped the side of her freckled face. Smooth.

A deep chuckle erupted from beside her. She pretended not to notice as she took in all of her drink in one gulp. The stinging sensation made her face scrunch up as though she had attempted to suck a lemon. After finishing, her hand shot straight, the action reminded her of Hermione whenever she answered a question in class.

The bar tender approached. "Two more fire whiskeys please?" She smiles a coy grin at the bar tender. He was quick to return with two more. She bit her lip before engulfing a large gulp out of one of the cups.

"Is it safe to assume that second drink is for someone else?" She almost choked, startled by the voice from beside her.

She sucked in her cheeks, eyes wide as she turned to face him. "Um. No." She said 'no' in a hushed whisper, almost as though she was ashamed.

He laughed lightly. "Problems?" He asked.

"Tell me about it." Her head buried in her hands.

"Wanna share?" He offered. "I heard somewhere confessing your truths to strangers in magical pubs was the perfect way to relieve yourself."

His joke provoked a laugh. He seemed nice so she enlightened him. "Dead mum." She cleared her throat. "It's her birthday."

His smile faded. "I'm sorry to hear, was it recent?" He was genuine, she liked it. The last time she saw him she couldn't help but notice his similarities with Theodore Nott but that was only physical wise, from what she was witnessing he seemed almost nothing like Theodore, she liked that.

"A few months ago." She grinned down at the table in memory of her mother. "Accident at the ministry."

"The ministry?" Her eyes narrowed, how could one live however many years he had without knowing of the ministry?

She voiced her thoughts. "The Ministry of Magic." He still looked confused so she continued. "Our magic parliament of sorts."

"Ah." He said at the explanation. Now she was confused. "I'm not a wizard." He cleared out for her.

"Muggle?" She asked him. She could only assume, he didn't have the obvious traits of any other magical breed.

"I've heard of that one. Yes. I'm a muggle, but my brother is a wizard, you might know him, carries that bloody camera everywhere he goes" His smile was so beautiful she internally noted, but instead of dreaming about his face she came to a realisation.