❝ YOU KISS EVERYONE ON THIS LIST,
AND I RESIGN FROM THE TEAM. ❞
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༊*·˚ 💌 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
in which one adolescent bet
results in bianca larsson, not
only kissing twenty-one of her
classmates, but realising...
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chapter thirteen, ONLY SEVEN MINUTES LEFT
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BIANCA STILL VERY MUCH DID NOT LIKE parties, nor did she like Halloween. Like the other parties she had been to, she was starting to regret ever coming to the Slytherin annual October 31st one.
As soon as she repeated the password, and the three of them stepped into the Slytherin common room - or as Angelina put it "The Serpent's Den" ─ it felt as though all eyes were on them.
Which they more or less were.
The music still pumped as loud as before, but the chatter had died down massively. Some Slytherins had remained unbothered or simply hadn't noticed, and continued dancing, drinking, socializing, and whatnot, but many stopped for a second, to stare and scowl at the three Gryffindors that had just entered.
There were a few yells along the line of: "What's youse doin' down 'ere?", or "How'd they get in?" and a few telling them to "Piss off" rather aggressively.
Bianca glanced around the room. A few people she recognized; most of them didn't even go to the school for all she knew.
People began whispering between each other, little remarks about the newcomers although the music remained almost deafening. A few making eye contact with Bianca for a split second, before turning to a friend and commenting something about her or rather.
Bianca didn't know whether she was meant to speak, walk out, or be on the bolder side of life and strut into the middle of the room and start dancing like she owned the place. She decided that was too far.
Most of the room quickly went back to whatever they were doing, not bothering to address the three girls: "what's the point?" most of them thought. Most of the guys let it go due to the fact each of the 'intruders' as such, were hot, and that that 'made up for them being Gryffindors'.
"Bianca!" the three girls turned to the voice. Miles Bletchley was striding towards them ─ well more towards Bianca ─ skipping up a few steps. "You came!"
"Yeah," Bianca's more embarrassed and awkward kind of expression, melted into a smile at the sight of Miles. Finally, someone she knew. She felt he almost saved her from what could have been her decision to speak, walk out, or dance like nobody was watching. "I felt, why not?"
He smiled back, admiring her, "you look great."
"Thank you, Miles. I could say the same." she complimented him.
