[Center] 21. Veela.[center]

The guy wouldn’t leave her be. Justine had known it was probably a bad idea going to a bar alone, but she hadn’t expected how bad. He smelled of cheap tobacco, and tequila and he kept pestering her over and over, not once getting the hint that she was anything but interested.

“You can’t just be human, you must be part Veela; You’re so hot.” Ignore it, not worth getting into trouble.

“So… Hot... “ He comes too close; his hand on the small of her back, she shivers-

A second later he was on the ground, unconscious.

Totally worth it.

26. Quill.

Justine had never liked quills. They were pretty but hardly convenient and she’d had too many instances of accidentally breaking one, and don’t get her started on inkpots; She’d lost one too many bags thanks to the little devils. She disliked the whole process, it was so antiquated, she would much rather type her notes, sadly that wasn’t possible at Hogwarts, so she had to make do with pen and notebook instead, anything was better than those stupid feathers and their messy little friend that tended to leave her pretty hands unpleasantly stained.

Hogwarts needed to up it’s stationary game.

18. Whomping Willow.

Connor had showed her the secret of the tree. The way to press the little knot so that it froze and would allow you close enough to get through the passageway. Within the tunnel he had pressed her, pushed and forced her to tell him the truth of herself and somehow that had lead, to him winning her admiration.

Even now when she looks at the old tree, with gnarled branches, and twisted root; she can still hear their conversation playing in the back of her mind, It’s off-putting. A physical reminder of a memory is never very pleasant.

Baek & Jun.

100. Homework.

They had fallen into a habit, meeting up and doing homework. Justine hadn’t meant to make it one, but Jun was too good of a partner for her to easily forget.

Skilled hands, Justine felt her breath catch in her throat as she watched their progress. He never failed to impress her. Those hands, the way they moved, the shapes and lines they traced… He was well practiced.

Justine bit her lip, her mind clouding as she managed to finally get out the words of encouragement, the instructions she knew he wanted to hear…

Top marks, Jun Kim, Top Marks.

77. Cheerful.

She’d gone to Disneyworld with Bianca and the whole time Justine had been aware of a strange warmth in her chest and the bright smile spread across her pretty face. It was an odd thing; she was usually only ever like this with Jun, but now…. Now she was traipsing around Theme Parks being…

Justine refused to even think the work, no, no, no. She would not think it. She was a cold, evil, sexy thing, she did not smile easily except at the expense of others…

She was not, and would never be-

“You look Cheerful.” Tala Smiled.

Ugh.

13. Quidditch.

Quidditch was okay. Justine had nursed a budding interest in the sport when she’d been younger, but she’d grown out of it with time and the discovery of finer pleasures. Still, she didn’t mind watching and every once in a while she allowed Papa Jean to steal her away to a game.

Like he had today. Jus pretended she didn’t know who was playing, that she’d forgotten the points awarded for catching the Snitch, even what a Wronski Feint was. It had nothing to do with vexing; she simply liked hearing her father explain it all. And he loved explaining.