"Well you know what they say.. the equivalent to true love is that of two caffeine addicts with supernatural abilities stopping doomsday..."
"...Salem, who says that?"
"Me fucker!"
I LOOKED THROUGH my vanity drawers for my Harry Potter glasses, and when I found them I just warmed up inside. That's all I need in life. Harry motherfucking Potter. None of my siblings had spoken to each other since the horrible meeting with Luther. He's so.. big... And dumb..
He's cool sometimes. But dumb too.
I sighed and plopped down on my vanity stool, fixing my hair and putting my circular glasses on. I looked at my wand. It was ten inches long, and made out of hawthorn wood with a unicorn hair core, just like Draco Malfoy's. He's so dreamy.
I examined my crystal collection and found my pendulum. I gasped. "Score! I'm so taking these home with me."
"You know, you belong in Hogwarts. You're definitely a witch." Hermione said. I giggled. "I know! Life is so unfair."
All of a sudden I heard music playing from Luther's room, which was below me. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Hermione. "The oaf remembered.. this was our favourite song as kids.." I smiled.
Hermione hummed. "Wanna dance then?" She asked. I laughed, but nonetheless I got up and started becoming one with the beat. I mean I went so far as using the bed as support for twerking. Hermione laughed. "Oh my gosh, Salem! You're so weird!" She cackled.
I panted. "Right then, let's see your moves, Miss Granger!" I mocked her British accent. And, unexpectedly, she started dancing. I laughed. "Okay! Okay! I see you!"
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