I remember distinctly.
Her room was always a mess and her hair, god that damned hair of hers, was never brushed. She ate breakfast for dinner, every night and she liked it that way.
She sang 'Jack's Mannequin' songs at the top of her lungs, although she only started liking them after they had lost popularity. She wore bright red shoes everywhere she went, and she was completely oblivious to how captivating she was.
She wore large tee shirts and her hair was always up in some sort of tousled bun. She brushed her teeth 4 times a day, and she rarely woke before noon.
She never left the house without her infamous camera, and god forbid she forget an extra memory card.
She was crazy; in many ways. Mental, I swear. She was about 10 different types of crazy. She hated when someone were to try and touch her feet, though she often liked to swing her feet up onto my lap as though she wanted them rubbed.
But she was also lovely. She was smart, and you never ever wondered what she was thinking, because she always told you. She was funny; always trying to make someone smile.
She was everything and nothing, all at once.
She was beautiful.
And I loved her.
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FanfictionShe was Loud and peculiar; Talkative and confident. She was like a child, saying any and everything that came to mind. She was simple and complicated and everything Harry thought he'd never want. "You are everything I never expected to find"
