 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
This was the most breathtaking sunset he had ever seen in his life. But it certainly did not trump the glamour and finesse that was the beauty beside him. Never before had he seen such a marvelous being, and she was all his -- there were no professors or gingers or little kids trying to take her from him here. Together they took a step into the water, after which she playfully pushed him down onto the sand with laughter of pure joy. They leaned closer to each other, his face inched closer to hers as his eyes closed and his lips puckered.
While all of this was happening in his mind, Frankie slowly but surely started moving where he had fallen on the floor of the trophy room. It all started as a twitch of his hand, then a silly grin grew on his face, and then he leaned up a little before reaching for Hady's face. Their lips met and lingered...
And then the blond opened his eyes, which grew wide as if he were a deer in headlights. Suddenly he could talk again. "What ... I ... where..." He looked frantically around the room. Why was he in the trophy room? What in Merlin's beard happened to being at the beach? Why was he kissing Hady and not her?
Was he cheating on her?! No, no, no. That couldn't be right. He would NEVER. The boy then eyed Hady. This was her doing, wasn't it? She bewitched him, hadn't she? NOT COOL, HADY LYNCH. NOT COOL.
Frankie tried getting back up on his own two feet, only to find that he was covered in pumpkin bits and that his head hurt like no other. His hand went to the back of his head, feeling a bump that wasn't there before. Merlin, could this day get any worse? There was pumpkin in his hair and smeared on his robes; his head was in a lot of pain; and, the worst of all, he still wasn't with his one true love.
"WHERE IS SHE?!" he shouted suddenly, curling himself up into the fetal position. Did they not see that he NEEDED her? She would make everything better.
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