"Ali," Henry tried to get her attention. "Look it's Ronnie Radke." She glanced at Henry and turned her back. "Ali look it's Andy Biersack, his ass in your face," which made her look up to no Andy ass.
"Fuck you too, then," she said.
"Aha she speaks."
She flips him off.
"Damn Ali. Here's the deal; if you don't speak.. I'll steal the blanket."
"DICK!" She exclaims, claiming the blanket more and sitting a little closer to him on the couch. "only for my blanket."
"Priorities," Henry smiled softly.
"Ali, will you please talk?" he asked.
"Fine," she cuddles to him.
"What's wrong?" he holds her hand. "Would you tell Newt maybe, or someone at all?"
"Maybe," she said.
"How can we get you to tell us?"
"Veritaserum. Maybe."
"Ali," he sighs, "without spells or potions, how can we get you to talk?"
She shook her head.
"Fine. I'll get Snape then."
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A little bit of Hopeless Magic
General FictionIn which an OC who is a student at Hogwarts leads a life full of ups and downs, some magic, and of course the occasional ass roasts.
