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                                        J O U R N A L | 0.6

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          A comfortable silence was amongst Harry and I as we both sipped at our steaming brew, currently seated at a booth table in Starbucks. I eyed the curly haired lad as he pulled out his journal and opened it, commencing to write inside of it. From the view had, I could automatically explicate that the journal was filled with all sorts of interesting stories and photographs.

          "Care to start the game?" Harry inquired as he continued to scribble about in his journal; his gaze refusing to leave the journal's company.

          "Yeah, but I don't know what to ask you." I admitted, shrugging.

          His gaze shifted onto me, replying, "Anything—you can ask me anything."

          "You sure I can ask you anything?"

          Harry chuckled, replying, "Well, appropriate questions are preferred, but yeah anything."

          "Um," I started, desperately trying to come up with a question. "when's your birthday?"

          "February 1st."

          I grinned, surprised that we shared the same birthday. "No way! That's my birthday too!"

          "What, really? I found my birthday twin, this is extraordinharry!" I was sipping at my beverage the very moment he spoke that and I immediately commenced coughing up the beverage, greatly amused by his terrible sense of humor. "Bloody hell Océane, are you alright?

          Still coughing, I managed to reply, "That was the worst joke I've ever heard."

          "But do you get it? Extraordinary; extraordinharry—"

          "Oh god, Harry. You seem like the biggest dork in the world." I joked. "Now, it's your turn."

          "What's your biggest fear?"

          "I fucking hate the dark; or more like what's in it rather." I replied, causing a smirk of mischief to adorn Harry's facial features. "I swear if you use this against me, I'll never talk to you again."