"Look, I'm good at this. It's one of my many talents."
"You and I have different definitions of talent."
Harry wrinkles his nose at me and tosses an apple into the air, then the other apple, and finally the pear. At first, it seems that he's actually going to juggle them. It doesn't last long, however.
The fruits come crushing down onto the floor, rolling around as they hit the tile.
"You idiot!" I can't help but laugh, watching as Harry rolls his eyes.
"I'm out of practice."
We bend down to pick up the fruit, examining them for damage.
"They're all bruised," I pout.
"Hey, at least I didn't do it with knives."
I snort, shaking my head and putting the bruised apples and pear back into the fruit bowl.
"I bet the guy wasn't really juggling. It must have been a hologram or something, because you can't juggle knives." Harry scoffs.
"Don't you throw it in the air a certain way, or something?"
"I wouldn't know, since you didn't let me try it with knives."
"Good thing, too, or we'd have a bigger problem than just bruised fruit."
Harry laughs. "I don't know, bruised fruit is a pretty big problem."
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Hidden. (by seasidestyles-original copy)
Fanfiction2014 Watty Award Winner rose does not like harry. and harry does not like rose. but perhaps the looming threat of a ruthless mastermind and a shady corporate conspiracy can change that for them. because to her, he was like the moon-part of him was a...
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