What happens when a young rebellious wizard meets his soul's twin flame? Although they had danced together many lifetimes throughout space and time, neither had ever experienced anything such as this before.
Cassie was a fairly typical Scottish...
Sirius opened his eyes to find Cassie at the foot of the bed with her Polaroid camera snapping the shutter toward him as he slept. He leaned up on his elbows. "What the hell are you doing," he demanded, still half asleep.
"Taking pictures of you sleeping. You're messing it up--Go back to sleep or wake up, one of the two!"
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"What the hell, Dee," he groaned. He fell back onto the bed and pulled the sheet tight over his head. "WHY!"
She giggled. "So we remember how we are now when we're old. Cooperate please?"
He uncovered his head and stuck out his tongue at her.
*click, zzzhh, click pfft*
He watched a photo exit the camera and her remove it from the end of the camera.
"Thank you," she said sweetly.
Sirius grunted his reply and pulled the blankets back over his head again. Then he flipped the blankets down to his waist. "You know, turn about is fair play," he said.
"You want to take some of me?"
"Well, you did say we, didn't you?"
"Yes I did--"
"So gimmie the camera then," he said as he leaned up on his elbows and yawned, trying to focus his eyes on her. "What time is it anyway?"
"About seven."
He groaned and rolled his eyes and waved her over, then rubbed at his eyes.
She held out the camera and he flicked his fingers and the camera pulled away from her fingers and she lunged onto the bed and landed on his legs in an attempt to catch it, thinking him not awake enough to accio the camera to himself. "OWW! You are sooooo gonna get it now, Girly!"
She screamed playfully and rolled over onto her side of the bed and he rolled on top of her, effectively pinning her down and held the camera up and looked through the viewfinder and snapped the shutter as she playfully screamed.
"Right. You wanna do this and do it right? Come on then," he said as he got off of the bed.
"Were are you going?"
"To the loo--you wanna come," he asked suggestively.
"No thanks."
"You sure," he asked again.
She eyed him as if he'd lost his mind.
"Last chance," he cooed as he entered the bathroom and turned on the shower.
She quietly rolled off the bed and walked over to the opened doorway to the bathroom and found him at the commode and he looked at her over his shoulder, half-grinning.
