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New Faces || Allen & Kamalah
The day before went just as planned; the couple’s second Valentine’s Day was a complete success. Allison was completely clueless as to why she had been so anxious about her gifts to Karim: the 52 Reasons Why I Love You book, the mug and breakfast, and ending with a massage containing oils that made him smell (and taste) like a chocolate strawberry … And his gifts to her made her melt, which was rare for her to do, but seemed so easy with the Gryffindor. The day dedicated to showing those you love how much you love them had probably been won by Karim himself, and Allison believed that no one could beat such a thing as Karim has given her unless he proposed on the spot. The painting of him, her, and Kamal and Alliyah at their dream house continued to remind her that he thought she was the one; that he wanted to spend his life with her and raise a family with her, and had came to the conclusion at such a young age. It continued to remind her that the boy she had grown up with really did think she was perfect, tolerating her for years and hopeful years to come. The painting continued to remind Allison that they were dedicated to a dream, and that dream held all of the love in the world. And to top it off, she had the chance to taste some more of his confectionery work as they both relaxed together with their given teas.
Allison woke up with a faint smile gracing her lips, feeling like a slug; almost too relaxed. She tried to take in an energizing breath to fill her lungs, but as she sighed it out, her center was been pulled and sunk more into the mattress. As the Slytherin stretched her legs out, she lazily rolled her body over to Karim’s side of the bed, reaching her arms out to find and embrace him. There was an ease that she never felt before in her life when she pulled his body against hers. Karim felt weightless right then.
And small. Allison felt a tiny waist in her grasp.
Her eyebrows furrowed, resting her head back down to the pillow still half asleep. But she felt something else. Hair tickled her nose as it grazed against her. Allison pushed her head back a ways and let go of Karim’s body. Her green eyes noticed long and bouncy curls in front of her (or at least longer than Karim’s hair was), and the figure resembled that of a girl’s.
Allison’s eyes widened as she quickly slid back away from the girl before giving a slight scowl.
“Who the hell a-” she began to question loudly, but something was wrong. Her voice … it was lower. Allison tripped on the word, stopping as fast as she could before jerking her head downward.
A flat chest.
What the hell is going in!? Allison questioned to herself. The Slytherin followed down the back of the girl in front of her and noticed Karim’s pajamas. The weight of her breasts were eliminated, and she held up her arm to see a build almost like her brother’s. Her hand glided down her torso, noticing bump after bump underneath her own pajamas. The long, dark hair that brushed against her shoulders each morning after she sat up was no longer there. And she didn’t even want to witness what other changes she had taken on that night … at least not until she left the main room to take a shower.
Allison wasn’t Allison, not even some of her thoughts. Allison was Allen, and someone was going to have hell to pay.
i like how upon meeting someone new, they’re a mystery to you. i like that you write the screenplay as you wish, unraveling the clues with your fingertips. you ask them what you want to know, like how they take their tea, and you listen intently as you watch the words slip off their tongue. i like that the more words that caress your ears, the more beautiful the person becomes to you — something as simple as “no cream, one sugar” is like grasping that clue and stashing it into your memory box for safe keeping. the more clues you gather, more of the mystery fades. the mystery becomes something deeper and they become a part of you.
February 15 Birthday Profile
Aquarians born on February 15 exude sophistication and glamour, and they possess an aura of mystery and charm that impresses others. They are the picture of romanticism. Their sarcasm is usually reserved for extreme situations, but most loved ones feel its sting at one time or another.
Friends and Lovers
From an early age, February 15 people become aware of their talent to make friends and influence people. They can manipulate but have too much integrity to do so. They give the impression of a smoldering temperament but are likely to be different. When they fall in love, they let go of reservations about romance.
Children and Family
In contrast to their somewhat eccentric nature, February 15 people believe in tradition and are likely to carry childhood illusions into adulthood. They are loving and nurturing parents. They’re creative and know how to fuel the imagination of children.
Naturally robust, February 15 men and women seldom experience serious health challenges unless they experience emotional problems. Sleep disorders also can undermine their health. Chamomile tea is a safe, nondrug approach for problems in this area.
Career and Finances
One of the weaknesses of the February 15 person is his or her inability to stick with a project long enough for it to become a career springboard. If they have ample resources, they can become unmotivated. Also, they need to learn rules about cash-only spending.
Dreams and Goals
Maintaining their own legend without letting it get the best of them is a goal of February 15 people. They need to learn to use their gifts to their full potential. They are often dependent upon their love relationships to give them the satisfaction they want out of life.
They should avoid: Shallowness, frivolous emotions, excesses
They should embrace: Practicality, honest emotions, credibility
Happy Birthday To Me (Feb 15)Bright Eyes
Bright Eyes - February 15th
And I’m sorry about the phone call and needing you
Some decisions you don’t make
I guess it’s just like breathing or not wanting to
There are some things you can’t fake