Violet pov:
It was almost 10 in the night when i arrived at near the place we were suppose to meet up at. They gave us turns to patrol, like divided us into groups of 15 or something. And i mostly had mine during the night. It's been a few days since we started maybe a week
"Finally" Rebecca expressed her displeasure very dramatically Rolling her eyes with a Scott "okay okay i got it" i said With a guilty smile toat adjusting my small knot on top of my head. I had to tight
They are short and hard to tie. It either the annoying knot of the annoying open hair sticking up in all directions
"I'm freezing" she rubbed her arms snatching the coat from me. She had one of mine thick ones, soft and furry. That was the only one i brought here. The others are still in a storage cabinet in Denmark. I am wearing draco's i had to return it back anyways. I'm planning on doing it the next morning
"Is that" she moved closer looking under the collar, her cheeks tinted pink "Malfoy?" She suddenly whispered and i froze.
Fuçk
"Are you wearing--"
"Huhhh, come on we are getting late now are we not"
"Violet" she turned back seriousness leaking from her face, that kinda made me want to laugh and
I did
"Violet I'm serious...."she shoke my face in her hands "is that Malfoy's jacket your wearing?"
"Noo"
Dammmm that sounded like truth
Things have been weird now a days. I feel weird when I'm away from him and when he is near me i feel weird to.
In conclusion:
I'm bound to feel weird
i pushed her to where our other aurors were ignoring her rant about the guy i onces had all to myself, they were all together in the side of a road smoking cigarettes, everyone. And Draco was there too, the tip of his nose pink almost red. I smiled internally, i don't know... My heart and my head both do slips seeing him
His eyes roamed my body with amusement seeing my wear his coat me on the other hand looked at him as if i would jump on him landing a few solid punches breaking his nose, i wanted to.
It was rather warm in his coat though, i feel sleepy whenever I'm wearing it. We start our patrol after a creepy old man, a rich pureblood came spoke about how there safety is in our hands and it should be our duty to protect them-- he meant the magical world even with our life. I think the hags name was Churchill something.
Ugly old dude
Don't get me wrong I'm all in for the 'go old people' i use to even do community work for them with rach back in Denmark. It's just that these old creeps just don't have human decency. They think there status and money makes them better then others. It's disgust me.
roaming around the buildings, blending amoung the local was what we normally do. I walked around mindlessly one hand in my pocket holding onto my wand and the other helping me shove more ice cream into my mouth, it hits different with the chilling wind.
I looked like a normal muggle at the time with no makeup on face red from the cold strands of hair already escaping the cage i had put them pushed behind my ear, wearing one of rach's comfortable baggy jeans and a tucked in tshirt having f.r.i.e.n.d.s logo in it underneath the coat.
The show came out recently, Me and rach have an unhealthy obsession with the show, this was one of the only stuff i was actually excited to buy.
I stoped, my foot on air. I stepped back to kick the stupid rock i had managed to move from across the road
