Love Can Suck My Soul Dick

Oh.

I start flying away with not a care in the world, it feels good, I wish I could've played quidditch this year, well whatever, I go to a small street in London, and I see a tattoo shop, whys it called a shop? Oh well, it's not like I want a tattoo, or do I?

Hmm, a tattoo?

Not bad idea

A rash idea

I'm going to get in trouble

But

It would make me feel better about myself.

Right?

I'm probably just high

That's not stopping me.

I look at the shop "tattoos" written in neon green

That's, creative? I guess

I walk into the shop and see a tatted man with several piercings sitting there, all gruff, he looks like a child predator, but the nicotine in my brain doesn't care.

"Are you not a little too young for a tattoo?" His gruff voice asks

"Why, how old do you think I am?" I sneer

"Too young," he says staring everywhere except my face.

"Then stop staring at my boobs and look me in the eyes mother fucker" I snap

"Feisty" he smiles

"Look I have parents' permission, I'm 16" I am not 16, but the age-up spell helped.

"Okay, show me the proof of permission and well start looking at designs"

I flick my wand while the man looked away and a paper with my mom's consent shows up.

"Here"

"Thanks, kid"

"So, where o you want it"

"I don't know, it needs to be noticeable enough for people to notice"

"What about behind the ear?"

After talking for a while we decide on a mandala-inspired tattoo.

"Yeah, that works."

"Okay, lie down"

"Don't you dare try anything okay?"

"Yeah yeah just lie down kid" he scoffs

He starts and ill admit it's kinda painful, but not that bad. Around an hour later when he's done I go look at it, its perfect, the little chains go from the top of the design to the bottom and the flower in the middle is perfectly symmetrical and looks exactly how id like it. The guy put saran wrap on the tattoo and said it would heal eventually.

I go and turn a couple of corners and as I'm walking I get a touch on my shoulder.

"Hey, have I seen you before?" I turn around and see a girl with blonde hair and green eyes. she had blonde hair that looked like it couldn't sit still

"I dont think so"

"I'm pretty sure I have"

"Oh well,"

"You're just gonna walk away?" she smirks

"Ugh" I laugh and shake my head, and turn around, I shiver because it's getting cold

"Need a hoodie?"

"Honestly yes"

she takes off her dark blue sweater, which has a dark blue crest, with an eagle on it.