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"𝕿his is utter bullshit" I growled, having a copy of one of my books out on my lap, my irritability only strengthening as I scanned through the next couple of pages, "Bullshit. Bullshit. What prick even wrote this?"
"Wills, love, i'm not even sure why you decided to read it if i'm honest. I'm sure there are other things that are more enjoyable than 'Emerett Picardy's Lupine Lawlessness: Why Lycanthropes Don't Deserve To Live" Regulus read from the cover, grimacing himself as he glances over to the lycanthope they both knew greatly, laughing humorously with his friends in the gardens.
"I have to read it so I can be familiar with the greatest idiots in history, Reg" I mumbled, using some tape to stick down some parchment over the words of the book, beginning to write over neatly,
'Rated: X (He fold his funky socks and inhales chocolate, forgive me if i'm not trembling. Only scary if someone has stolen his chocolate- Regulus' input)
Favourite Location: In Willow Bellamy's arms, or having hands around her neck (not in wicked way).
Favourite food: Chocolate and raw steak, of which is eaten with knife and fork elegantly.
Rating scale for looks: 11/10 (Twelve would make his ego too big, and the number eleven suits him. Very handsome)'
"Now...I just need to.....there we go"
Regulus peers over to the freshly annotated book, holding back a chuckle when she sticks over the image of a snarling stereotypical werewolf, and instead puts one down of him blushing when she kisses his nose, their hands intertwined in between them. Disgustingly adorable, he decides. He reads over the adjustments she made too, choking on air before saying out loud,
"Favourite location, having his hands around your neck?"
"Not in a strangling manner, in a dominating, sexy one" I added with the nod of the head, meeting the boy's grey eyes as he stared at me for a few moments before he barked out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief,
"You're something else"
"Yes, i'm a veela....rated: XXXXXXXX....shooting fire at opponents when shifting to fierce Harpy..whoever steals lemons or boyfriend's chocolate will suffer" I proclaimed, gesturing with my hands, the tousled haired boy besides me, snickering with a small roll of the eyes,
"I don't know about shooting fire but I wouldn't like to be the victim of one of your punches. Snape was complaining for weeks after he went to Madama Pomfrey his nose was still sore" He replied, feeling his heart warm at the hufflepuff's wide grin, one filled with achievement and pride for herself.
"Daft bastard deserved it, as will anyone else who goes after him" I declared, nodding my head over to Remus, who was coincidentally holding Sirius upside down by his hand around his leg whilst James and Peter tickled him mercilessly...Sirius trying to hold back his laughter with his arms folded however letting out giggles here and there.
