"It's three in the morning and all I want is your lips on mine. It's the same as yesterday at dinner, and last Thursday at noon."
"You need to stop."
"It's the same as every hour, every minute, every second since I've met you."
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ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ
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LORALIE WOKE UP THAT MORNING in her small dorm room bed. Stereo was cuddled up under her arm, purring as she continued to sleep. The girl kissed between her ears and stood up, going to the small desk and beginning her short letter to Sebastian, asking to meet in Diagon Alley.
Once she was done and had sent the letter she grabbed some clothes from her unpacked trunk and made her way to the bathroom to shower.
She felt water washing the still lingering pain from the night before, wishing it would strip away her worries with it.
She stepped out after a while, using her wand to dry her hair and then pulled it into a bun with her wand securing it. She pulled on a pair of burnt orange bell bottoms and a matching sweater, a gold belt tying the outfit together.
She brushed her teeth and did her make up before leaving the bathroom and seeing an owl flying towards the window. She opened it and took the letter, giving the owl a cat treat and petting its head as she opened the letter.
Meet me at The Leaky Cauldron at twelve
Loralie looked at her watch, seeing that it was nearly noon already. She put some food in Stereos bowl, giving the cat one more kiss before leaving in a rush.
It only took her a few minutes to get to the One Eyed Witch passage, using it to get to Honeydukes before apparating into Diagon Alley and making her way to The Leaky Cauldron.
As she stepped into the dingy pub heads turned to her, everyone curious as to why the Peverell girl was there, but they all soon turned their attention back to their drinks and quiet chatter.
Loralie looked around, spotting Sebastian sitting quietly in a corner, a glass mug of wizards brew sitting in front of him, hardly touched. He stood up when he saw her, awkwardly stabilizing the table when he bumped into it.
Lora giggled at the action, putting him at ease as she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, "hi," she said, looking up at him with a soft smile when she felt him wrap his arms around her.
"Hi," he said back, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on her lips, "what's going on?" he asked her, pulling away from the hug and gesturing for her to sit down.
"I ran away," she answered, looking down at her hands on the table. He sat back in his chair, stunned, "my um, my parents aren't the best, as I'm sure you're aware, and while I was packing my stuff, since I will never be returning to that house, Evelyn came in and um, crucioed me."
