[DISCONTINUED] Tacenda | j.p

17|.why

Still Playing : Shawn Mendes - There's nothing holding me back

" Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far
I know we'd be alright, I know we would be alright "

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December 22, 1976

If someone were to tell Acacia that she'd be having dinner with the Potters for her first ever Christmas she would laugh so hard she'd suffocate and die.

But here she is, Passing the gravy bowl to James Potter for his mashed potatoes, "Thanks Ace.", Her eyebrow rose up as a reflex, Now he knows my nickname?

"I heard the girl with a funky hair call you that." Does he mean Thalia? She laughed lightly and turned to him with a mocking smile.

"It's purple. Not funky you dummy." She replied with a roll of her eyes and he laughed at the name she called him.

The couple only watched their son and guest banter like old friends when frankly they have never heard of the girl before. Curiosity got the best of Fleamont Potter, "Won't your family wonder where you are Acacia?"

She was taking a sip of her water when the question was cracked and stiffened, Just the mention of her family seem to put a spell on her and everything is gloomy.

James was quick to act and he was the only one to notice her distress. "No worries dad, She's better off staying here for a while."

Why are you helping me James?

Why did you drag me with you?

Why did you introduce me to your family?

"Why are you so good to me?" Dinner ended not long after a few more questions thrown around which are hopefully none more about her family.

It went smooth and the Potters seemed to fall inlove with Acacia. She answered questions about her confidently, Joked with the adults and complimented Euphemia's cooking.

Here is she now, Sat on Jame's bed because she demanded a private talk with him but she can swear his parents are right outside the door listening in.

"What do you mean?" He asked nonchalantly, Writing a letter to send to his friends that he avoided on the train because he already told them he's staying for the Holidays.

He stopped writing to turn to her and she sat on his bed looking around the room, She believed that someone's bedroom says alot about a person.

If she was being honest she expects his room to look like a tornado just passed but everything is surprisingly organised. He owned books which was a shock to the redhead but they looked untouched, posters nearly stuck on the wall and the color motif is his house colors which blinded Acacia.

She still needed some getting used to with all the scarlett and gold. "On the train you said you didn't want me to be alone. Why?" She asked with a soft voice.

James pushed himself off his seat and occupied the space next to her. "Why not? You didn't obliviate me like I offered and I can see that you're a good person.", She laughed shortly.

"Me being a good person is not enough reason for you to bring me to your home," She stated truthfully and turned to bore her crystal blue eyes into his hazel ones, "I'm a snake remember? Who knows if I sneak at night and bite your arse?"

She nibbled softly on her lower lip to hold back anymore negative things she could say about herself because aside her hesitance to stay, she's enjoyed herself so far.

"Maybe. But I trust you." An unknown feeling stirred in her stomach and she felt like curling up with how strong the feeling is.

It was unknown and she feared the way her heartbeat sped up, For the longest of seconds she just stared back at his warm hazel eyes.

The color reminding her of the fallen Autumn Oak leaves contrasting with the azure-blue skies. She found herself lost in them again, They seemed inviting and her eyes unconsciously trailed down to his naturally pink lips and when she realised her actions she quickly looked away.

Heat creeping to her cheeks she let her hair cover her face, Hoping it would serve as a curtain and hide her blush.

"Thank you." She was quick on her feet and walked to the door without another glance, "Goodnight, James." When the redhead left the room successfully, The dark-haired boy fell on his back.

It colliding with the soft scarlett duvet covers with a soft thud. "Merlin, What's wrong with me?"

Unknown to the girl that while she shamelessly eyed his lips, he was doing the same and while she was lost in his hazel hues, he was lost in the depths of her oceanic blue eyes.

Acacia flopped on the bed the guestroom offered and her heart did not calm down one bit. She faced the ceiling with a hand pressed to her clothed chest.

Their bedroom doors just across one another, Two doors separating them but their thoughts were the same.

I am so screwed.

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random #fact about the author : when i was in 7th grade i was the smartest in class but when we were tasked to make our own bookmark and would be graded for how good it looks i was clueless. i was literally living off books at the time and i had no fucking idea what a bookmark was.

i not so subtly asked my bestfriend to explain wtf a book mark is and they just said "it's for a book" which fucking blew my mind cause BOOKmark but liek idek what a bookmark looked like

i was a dumb bean k bye