"Now you’re done teasing Snive-I mean, Severus, can we get back to the matter at hand?"
"Right, erm. As I was saying, Grindylow hickeys would be worse because they're so small and there's so many, verses the giant suction-cup hickeys off the squid."
"You cheeky git."
"Damn right."
"Heh. Chemistry set. Get it? Cause he's a halfblood? And he hates it? Hah."
OOC;
I shall be lurking for a bit, my pretties. My sister demands my attention for a few episodes of American Horror Story: Murder House. I shall return... Soon.
”You can help me without fighting! Hell, you can help me without any of the risk of getting close to me. I paint a target on your back.”
"I've had a target pained on my back since I was five years old, Harry. That's not changing. And if I've a chance to do something good, then I'm doing it. I'm helping you."
"Rise and shine, Vi. We've got a History of Magic essay to write."
FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING HOLY, STOP STEALING MY PANTIES. [you ask for weird, you get weird. you're welcome.]
"WHAT'S THE GOOD OF BEING A STUDENT AGAIN IF I CAN'T DO TYPICAL, STUPID STUDENT THINGS?!?"
”And risk losing you too?! I lose everyone I let close to me. Can you blame me that I don’t want that?”
"I don't blame you, Harry. But I'm n o t backing down. I'm fighting, whether you want me to or not. I know what it's like to lose everyone. M'not losing you, too."
"Ten galleons, three sickles and six knuts."
"Done."
I heard you were shagging Narcissa Black down on the Quidditch pitch.
"Blondes are definitely not my type.."
"Also, she's Padfoot's cousin One Black in m'life is enough..."
Sirius Black in class everyday even though he’s secretly overjoyed that James and Lily are now together. (via marauders4evr)
"You think your that good of a liar, do you, Prongs? I bet three galleons I’m better than you."
"I'll take your bet. And raise you ten galleons, and three sickles."
