"𝐑𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑?"
rhiannon was a very fun and outgoing girl, her and sirius black were known as the trouble makers of the gryffindo...
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june 30th, 1978. JAMES' HOUSE -
"fear fun, fear love, fresh out of fucks forever. tryin' to be stronger for you. Ice cream, ice queen, i dream in jeans and leather. live stream, i'm sweet for you"
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( this chapter sucks i'm SO SO SO sorry, i had ran out of ideas and the writing is just shitty but i promise the plot will get better!!!)
"Holy fuck." Rhiannon woke up, sweaty, sick, and hungover. She didn't remember anything that happened last night, except for her conversation with Regulus. "Where am I?"
"You're at James' house." Lily's angry voice fled through the room.
"Shit." She breathed out, gagging as she tried to stand up. Lily's red locks came into her vision, green eyes darting at her own.
"You're lucky I stayed sober and apparated us back here."
"Thank you, your highness." Rhiannon gave her a fake smile before going to the bathroom and dry heaving. This hangover definitely was in the top five worst list now, she felt like her brain was crawling out of her skull.
She barfed, and felt a little better, but definitely needed some coffee. "Is there a spell for a hangover cure?" Rhiannon asked, head still peering over the toilet.
"I think Mary has something, I'll be right back." Lily left the room and Rhiannon was back to dry heaving, feeling worse than ever. After a few minutes, Mary entered the bathroom; holding a cup of tea.
"Okay so I learned about this spell that helps cure hangovers, so I don't know for sure if it's going to work."
"I don't care." She roughly replied, taking the cup and drinking it all. She felt like it flushed all the bad things out of her body. Like a shower, and she felt clean after swallowing. "
Jesus Christ." Rhiannon gasped. Her headache was gone, she didn't feel nauseous anymore, and the hangover was cured. Then everything she did last night came back to her, was that supposed to happen?
"Do you really think we'll be okay?" Regulus asked her.
"Yes." Rhiannon smiled at him and wasn't lying. She had hope. The war will be over soon, and she and Regulus could be actual friends. She hugged her wine down and took out a cigarette. "You're seriously not going to have a drink?"'
