Our Numbered Days ∥ fillie

harry potter.

chapter three.

"hi there! this is the teen─

"i swear it's like you guys are forced to do cocaine in the restroom before answering these calls. nobody can sound that fucking happy when about to listen to someone else's pathetic problems. i mean come on, listening to teenagers splurge out their infinitesimal woes about stupid shit can't be that fucking exciting, can it?"

"need i remind you that you're one of those, and i'll quote, 'teenagers splurging out their infinitesimal woes.'"

"please. if i'm found dead in a ditch i can guarantee i'm not making the headline on the news. i'm not deluded enough to think i'm that important."

"geez finnie, way to build up your self-esteem."

"it's the truth, right?"

"you're too young to be this contemptuous."

"i'm eighteen millie, i'm never too young to be doubtful. label be as a pessimist if you want."

"wait, you're eighteen?"

"uh, yeah?"

"oh wow, i'm seventeen! i'm almost the same age as you and i'm not even that cynical. see, i tend to believe that things will get better, no matter how bleak a situation may seem. there's just too much to live for. like um.. pizza, knee-high socks, makeup, music, harry potter, ring pops─

"wait, you like harry potter? wow, i thought only ten year-olds love that shit."

"...i'll choose to ignore that insult, because i'm quite offended right now."

"i mean, it's true. i pictured you as a girlie girl who babbles on about boys and nail polish. never the type to be into that wizard shit."

"...okay, it's official. if you don't end up killing yourself, please pass me the honor in doing so."

"sorry, it's just surprising to me i guess. i personally never got into it."

"you know what? i think i'll read you some harry potter, so you can see exactly what you're missing out on."

"wait, that's not necessary... hello? ..millie?? ...millie where'd you go?!"

"i'm here finnlard, hold your horses. i just went to grab my book."

"what book?"

"one of the things that's worth living for? ahem, now... i guess i'll just start from the beginning, sort of."

"oh my god, it's english class all over again."

"just shut up and listen, ahem. mr. and mrs. dursley, of number four, privet drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal..."

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i honestly love harry potter.