over the time i finally started to attend meals, but i was still not permitted to go to class. when snape found out though, he gsve me a lot of notes. im not even exaggerating when i say it was bigger than the actuak book.
my wounds are permanently there, because it was caused by dark magic. i have to stare at it everyday when i change or disinfect it. but im healing, mentally. so even though it paibs me to look at it, i try to not let it bother me.
"hey n/n!" james and the boys approached me while i was in the courtyard. i saw quidditch brooms fly around but, like class. im still not allowed to practices until next week. and i feel that week is going to be intense as shit, because the week after that is going to be our match vs the gryffindors. our asshole captain allowed my rest, in the condition that i have to go on a date with him. ew, i know.
"hello?" sirius waved his hand and i snapped out of my thoughts.
"oh, hi!" i blinked, what was i thinking about again?
"what were you thinking about that was so distracting? was it me?" he asked and i rolled my eyes.
"hate to break it to you bud but it was peter, actually." i sarcasticallt said and he gasped. i looked back to the quidditch stands and godric i miss playing. so bad. it helps me clear my mind. i looked at my bandages. its so pathetic, i dont need these stupid bandages.
i felt my hand getting taken and i looked at the culprit.
"you were gonna take it off, weren't you?" lupin asked and i looked away. i dont like how he can see right through me.
"i just dont like it. i want those pink sparkly ones." i joked and he jusg chuckled.
"yeah but jusy dont take them off. it would hurt a lot more. excelt if its your clothes, invite me then." sirius smirked at me and i just rolled my eyes. he sat down near me and the others followed.
"how i would kill to be on a broom right now." i stared at the quidditch players with envy.
"i mean, you could ride mi-" "prongs!" sirius yelled when james was obviously gonna say a... joke.
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"mind telling me why you're up so late?" regulus suddenly appeared when i was sitting on the couch, reading a book. i raised it up to his eye level and he just chuckled.
"yeah, no shit. but its 2 am, you can do that in the morning. what even is this?" he took my book and eyed it. i immediately tried to take it back from him. he would NOT like muggle romance books.
"this is so cheesy." he scoffed.
"its cute." "no, its not." we went back and forth. geez, its better than his boring ones.
"just give me it." i got it out of his hands. yeah, they were cheesy but i find myself thinking 'me when?' a lot of times.
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one week has passed by and i was allowed to go back to the quidditch pitch and classes. yay?
"y/n! love! oh how ive missed you." nott said and i rolled my eyes. he is so annoying.
"put a sock in it, just go." i said and that seemed to satisfy him.
"okay, so the match is next week. lets crush those lions!" he yelled and the whole team yelled back. i looked over at regulus and he just scoffed at them.
oh, how i hope nothing happens during this quidditch match.
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a particular slytherin. (a harry potter fanfic)
Hayran Kurgu*disclaimer, this is based in the marauders era. so no harry or draco. also, I'm using the fancasts. sorry not sorry.* (its a x female reader.) *p.s, i may use some modern slang and inventions.* "bloody hell y/n. it must feel nice" what if a partic...
