What would you think of me now?
So lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that
Now I'll never have a chance
So lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that
Now I'll never have a chance
Muggleborn ⚝ Grчffındor Seventh Yeαr Prefect ⚝ Quidditch Cɑptɑin
- *¸.✬★*´´☽ Nare rolled her eyes so far back she thought she saw Pangea, the absolute cheese of this guy. And she was going to tell Zack that too until he wandlessly charmed a flower to appear and hand it to her. God. ********. Dammit. He then immediately ruined it by adding more grease to the fire (Merlin's saggy balls he'd love that analogy way too much) telling her she was beautiful (duh) and if anyone said opposite he'd hit them with his beater bat. A joy upon joys. Any amount of coloring that unfortunately appeared upon her face was from mortification and she'd state that under oath before God and Brian Johnson themselves. "For ******** sake, I'm actually mad at how smooth that almost was." Nare couldn't stop the laughter caught between her words as she twirled the flower between her fingers. Whole, stable, hasn't exploded in over ten seconds, a solid A from her (muggle A that is).
Zack seemed to be having a moment seeming to mumble to himself and had she not known that he was four pieces short of a full chess board, she might be slightly concerned. As it was, she just made sure to list any shielding or containment spells she might know in regards to incoming shenanigans. So when he asked her about potential festivities she was just slightly off kilter. "Uhh well, I've got to at least be present for the Fite club one since I'm sorta in charge but that's it. Well that and I dropped off some additional props to the mock battle for the Order a bit earlier. Kinda just wanted to enjoy everything instead of stressing out about something stupid." Nare huffed lightly before decided screw it, and placed the flower behind Zack's ear. "Besides the fireworks, anything caught your eye?"
May angels lead you in
Hear you me, my friends
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
Hear you me, my friends
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
Stefan Lee Salvatore
