“Georgie,” Fred whispered, arching a brow and digging his elbow into his brother’s ribs as soon as they poured out of Filch’s office. “Have a look.”
“Well then,” George remarked, eyeing the worn piece of parchment in his twin’s hand. “A whole drawer of confiscated items and you thought the blank bit of parchment was probably best?” He reached for it, giving it a skeptical once-over. “For this I wasted a dungbomb?”
“A dungbomb at the inconvenience of Filch is never a dungbomb wasted,” Fred told him smartly. “Anyway, considering the drawer, there’s obviously more to it. Unlike you,” he added, nudging him. “Who possess nothing beneath your stunningly handsome facade.”
“A handsomeness that I wear better, by the way,” George assured his twin, not looking up. “Hm,” he murmured to himself. “If it were me, I would- ”
He stopped, frowning in thought.
“Oh good,” Fred said, fighting a yawn. “I was hoping you’d come to an abrupt stop.” He leaned against the wall, kicking one leg out to cross it over the other. “Frankly, if it weren’t for your unerring mystery, I’d have run off a long time ago.”
George raised his wand and tapped it against the parchment. “Revelio,” he muttered, and then watched as a series of words began to spread across the page.
[Welcome to voice mail from Telenor*. Please leave a message after the beep.]
SANA: Noora, please call me.
SANA: Hello, Eskild? Is Noora home? It’s Sana.
ESKILD: Oh my God, they’re just in that penthouse of William’s to fuck. She’ll be back when she’s newly fucked, my little generous girl.
LINN: I think they went to London.
ESKILD: Yeah you think they went to London, but you also thought Grunde was going to win Paradise*, so you have bad judgement, Linn. Be a bit humble.
SANA: I’m just a little worried she’s mad at me.
ESKILD: She didn’t look very mad when she went off in that Aston Martin car to 3 million kroner. 3 million is a lot of money.
SANA: I sent William an e-mail.
ESKILD: E-mail? It’s been a while since I’ve written one of those.
SANA: Yes, but I sent it from Noora’s account.
ESKILD: You sent an e-mail from Noora’s account to William? Okay, what did you write?
SANA: I just wrote “I love you and if you love me, come to Oslo”.
ESKILD: That’s what made him come? An e-mail.
ESKILD: You wrote an e-mail.. Why didn’t you think about that before? You write e-mails all the time, you brag about it. You’re a grown up, Linn. Is that what it took? She’s been stomping around in this self-pitying heartache for 8 months and then all it took was an e-mail? You shouldn’t feel bad about that, that was well done. I’m a bit proud of you. High five.
SANA: But.. I didn’t really do it for Noora’s sake. I did it because she was with a guy I like.
ESKILD: Which guy?
SANA: Just a guy called Yousef.
ESKILD: Yousef? Isn’t that the guy you were trying to pick up last night?
LINN: Once, I sent a used tampon to a girl who made out with my ex.
ESKILD: Have you had a significant other?
LINN: Yes, in the 7th grade.
ESKILD: That was the first and last one?
ESKILD: But now we’re talking about Sana, Linn. We can talk about you later. Right now we’re talking about Sana and cute Muslim boy.
SANA: He’s not a Muslim.
ESKILD: He’s not? Okay. Hm. Do you want some guru advicing?
SANA: What’s that?
ESKILD: I was with this guy, a year ago, a very good relationship - best I’ve ever had. That was with a Turkish son of an ambassador and his name was Lito - you remember that. He was really cool, went to Blinder’n*, cared about human rights, sensitive soul, shared a lot about himself and had the most shapely cock I’ve ever touched. He was also a Muslim and not that I’m religious or anything, because I’m not, but I’ve flipped through the Bible a couple of times and there it says that the most important thing is love, or “love on top” as Beyoncé says, so I think like “What would Jesus and Muhammad do?” and that’s “let the love flow”. So we tried that - “love on top”, meaning I topped and going right into the love and you know about that because you heard. We did that lots of times, and then we started talking about other things, important things, grown up things like life and humanity and stuff and we disagreed a lot. So the conclusion is that relationships between religious and non-religious people are difficult. I cried a lot. Aren’t there some other hotties in that gang? That Elias, isn’t he cute?
SANA: That’s my brother.
ESKILD: That’s.. Yes, that’s your brother. That won’t work. That would be weird. Which religion would you follow? Buddhism or something?
, maybe. Now I got a bit inspired to research and stuff online. What are you doing today?
you know, i dont think that most cis people realize that being a trans boy isn’t “I’m a girl who wants to be a boy”
it’s “I’m a boy who everyone insists is actually a girl”
and the same goes for trans girls too, although I’m not one so I worry about talking over them. but like with trans boys, it’s not “I’m a boy who wants to be a girl,” it’s “I’m a girl who everyone insists is a boy”
it’s not that trans people “want” to be genders that they aren’t, it’s that they ARE a certain gender but most people won’t accept them as such. what we want is to be seen and accepted as the gender that we really are
Victor: okay so I’m going to Japan to coach this guy I like but I’ve never even had a serious crush on anyone before so I don’t really know what to do. any suggestions
Christophe: hm okay… have you thought about getting naked
Victor: that’s perfect you’re a genius
not going to be nct related!! but i dont follow pd101 at all and i’ve never watched a single episode but i just heard that samuel didn’t get in and i just???? i’ve watched this kid grow up from seventeen pre debut days and he’s improved so much and i can tell he loves being an idol so much and what the heck i saw him cry during his performance i just???? man idk what to feel im glad daehwi got in and i know how the other trainess worked so hard to get into their places now but :-( imagine how samuel’s feeling rn goodbye im emotional
It takes you a moment to process what’s happening. By the time realization kicks in, the Student Gov member delivering the carnations is visibly annoyed. She sighs, “I have about twenty more dorm rooms to visit. Could you please just take the flowers?”
You stare intently at the carnations. “This isn’t a joke, right?”
“Oh, this is actually for a YouTube prank channel that we’re launching, and – no, of course this isn’t a joke!” the girl snaps. She thrusts the flowers into your hands and stalks off into the hallway, a large box of carnations propped against her hip.
You mechanically fill up an empty jar with and stick the bouquet in the makeshift vase. Your mind rewinds back to Steve explaining that white carnations would symbolize secret admiration. If only there was a card –
A gasp escapes your lips as you notice a small card tied around the stem of a carnation. You quickly untie the gently knotted twine and hold up the card to your eyes.
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Summary: You agree to help Sirius study for his OWL’s, however what you failed to realise that tutoring the marauder was like babysitting. After various failed attempts, you finally find a way to keep Sirius somewhat focused and, interested. A/N: NSFW ! ! !