Me: Cissa.
Narcissa: Hm?
Me: I want ice cream.
Narcissa: Why? It's cool outside and you're clearly freezing right now.
Me: Well, see that stupid child in front of me? Yeah? He's showing off that he's eating an ice cream and I'm trying my best not to kick his fucking face and shove the fucking ice cream down his throat or stab the ice cream cone through his fucking eyeball.
Narcissa: Language.
Me: Sorry.
Bellatrix: But you're not a child.
Me: I don't see what's that have to do with me wanting an ice cream right now.
Y/n: Alright- fine, we'll get you one.
Bellatrix: Will you get one for me too?
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10 P.M Bullshit
ContoGay witches living in the same apartment. What could possibly go wrong right?
