"𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜? 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞."
"𝐨𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬, 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫."
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MONROE TAYLOR WAS MANY THINGS, but she certainly wasn't a morning person. Something she proved more and more each day by being a pest to wake up.
"Get up, now," the blonde groaned into her pillow when the voice of Alex echoed through her dorm room, "I mean it. We have defence against the dark arts with the Gryffindors and you know how Professor Holiday is about being late." Alex said sternly as she yanked the blankets off of her best friend's body.
"No!" Monroe groaned as she rolled out of bed a slumped on the floor, "I hate Holiday and the bloody Gryffindors!"
"I don't care!" Alex yelled as she opened the door of the dorm, "get your ass dressed in the next five minutes or I'm burning all of your books."
"Fine," Monroe groaned, "get out. I'll be there in a minute you witch."
"You're also a witch, honey." Alex said, too much jolly in her voice for the time of morning as the blonde dragged herself off of the floor and dressed herself in her green robes while questioning why she ever gave the curly haired menace a key to her dorm room.
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"YES, MATE. SHE WAS JUST SITTING THERE." James said as he and his fire knew took their usual seats at the back of their defence against the dark arts classroom, the boy recounting his strangely eventful trip to the kitchens the night before where he'd encountered a familiar fiery eyed Slytherin.
Sirius set his bad down as he slumped into his usual seat beside Remus with a perplexed look on his face, "She was just sitting there drinking tea?" He said in disbelief, "not performing some fucked up voodoo or beating a first year with a broomstick?"
Peter and Remus snorted at their friend's stupidity as James rolled his eyes, "No, Sirius. She wasn't beating a first year either a bloody broomstick."
The shaggy haired boy slouched in his seat, muttering something under his breath that James couldn't make out as Peter spoke up from his seat beside the boy with glasses, "This is off topic, but the one thing I've always found funny about you and Taylor is that she's the only girl in the school who's never thrown herself at you - drunk or sober. She doesn't want you." The Pettigrew said teasingly.
James scoffed at that - he knew his friend wasn't wrong but Monroe was only different because she'd proclaimed that she'd hated him since first year - if he tried he could get her to fall like the rest, he knew he could, "I could get her to want me."
