"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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ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ's ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ
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LORALIE WOKE UP ON FRIDAY morning completely tangled up in sheets, laying against Sebastian. Stereo laying on her pillow that had hardly been used.
She looked at the garment bag hanging in the door, her dress for the day inside mocking her.
Loralie was happy, sure, Sebastian was perfect. He loved her and was slowly showing her how to be loved completely and unconditionally. But no matter what, there was that small voice in the back of her head that called Sirius's name, longed for him.
She kissed Sebastian's chest then kissed Stereo between her ears as she got out of bed. She jumped into the shower, making sure she had no hair anywhere but her head and eyebrows, scrubbing extra hard to get all of the dead skin and built up hair grease she possibly could off.
When she was done she dried her hair and got dressed in loose clothes, made sure she had all her make up, and brushed her teeth as she packed all that she would need to get ready over at the Potters.
Then when she was done she grabbed her garment bag holding everything and wrote a note for Sebastian, leaving it on the counter before walking to the floo and appearing into the Potters living room.
Clara was eagerly waiting on the sofa, grabbing the blondes hand almost instantly and dragging her to her bedroom, "Mum is making breakfast, what do you need me to do?" she asked, wanting to feel helpful.
"Could you do my hair?" Lora asked, "my friend Alice usually does it but she's busy this morning and then she has to get herself ready so she won't have time."
Clara nodded, setting to work curling all of the blonde strands around her wand while they talked about the last few days. About half way through curling Lora's hair the two girls heard a knock on the front door, the blonde rushing down to greet her best friend.
The two blondes hugged, squeezing each other so tight it's a wonder their eyes didn't pop out of their heads. Then they ran upstairs, "Marls, this is my cousin Clara, James's twin, Clare, this is Marlene my best friend."
"Hi, I didn't know that Potter had a sister," Marlene bluntly stated, shaking the girls hand, "also, I didn't know that this house was this big."
The two cousins laughed at the girl, "it's nice to meet you Marlene, make yourself at home."
"Don't mind if I do," the McKinnon said, plopping herself down on the bed and sitting criss cross as she dug into her bag to grab her make up and a mirror.
