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"Don't tell me it's a sin to love him instead of her.
Seriously, I mean look at him!"
Basically your traditional Wizarding World Marauders Era love story between two couples with a few twists.
Twists include lycanthropy, bicuriousity tur...
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"Lily, wait up!" Honestly, how does this girl run so fast, she's legit eleven years old. Lily and I are best friends, we met in Muggle preschool because my Mum insisted I get a prior Muggle education which to be honest, helped me a lot but obviously I am never going to admit that to her, literally it will die with me....and Lily. Well to be fair I befriended her in kindergarten and never looked back, and never even thought to. It's actually surprising how fast we become friends, and now we basically know more about each other than we do about ourselves. Actually, that's kinda creepy and scary. Uh who are we kidding, if you ain't got a friend like that, you ain't living.
"No, just sprint or something!" She is going to kill me before I die, that makes zilch sense but still. I hurriedly followed her to the train as we lugged our trunks behind us. I caught up to her as we boarded and we made our way along the coach looking for an empty compartment to sit in. I'm glad she was with me, usually she spends all her time with Severus Snape but unfortunately, he had gone to join some other friends. He seemed really nice all the two times I made his acquaintance.
"Ah Evans, is it? I heard about you!" A boy in the compartment to our left spoke up abruptly not even bothering to look our way drawing our faces to his direction. He had overgrown, pale blonde hair, green rings littered his hand, I would vouch for the fact that his robes were lined with diamonds and it was clear he was not a first year. His compartment was filled with -not to be judgmental by basing my conclusion solely on their appearances- snobs. No wait, frigging rich snobs.
"Terribly sorry, but I have no idea who you are." She was being extremely polite to him, something I had never experienced, but he was giving me bad vibes, and he had a bad aura. Okay that may sound skeptical, maybe I've been watching too many Muggle TV shows with Mum but seriously, his bad energy was messing me up. I tugged on Lily's robes, implying that we should probably leave, and that's when I saw him, a boy sitting amongst the snobs, but not quite in the same spirit as them. He had long and well maintained black hair edging on scandalous and his impurity-less face was nothing short of breathtaking. He seemed out of place and looked like he'd be much more comfortable cooking in the fiery pits of hell. Anyway, I was looking at him in curiosity as to why he would willingly stay here when he is so clearly unfathomably uncomfortable. He looks up at me clearly sensing eyes on himself. His eyes are nothing short of beautiful. They were a stormy grey colour and had tints of teal and aquamarine in them, but they were drawn back, almost as if he were holding back tears and were seeking any kind of help they could get.
"No of course you don't, well then you better hurry along, mudblood." He snarled and practically spat the last word. I was a half-blood and therefore knew what it meant but Lily wasn't as clueless, having spent far too much with my father and squared up, ready as hell to fight, wand drawn and all. Lily and I had studied quite a bit of magic so she was confident as always. The blonde wasn't exactly terrified, having drawn his own wand and anger strewn across his pale face bereft of any kind of impurities much like the punk rock angel's. I slowly lifted my arm and brought her's down hoping to calm her down a bit. Both wands went down as Lily calmed down a bit. Meanwhile, my attention turned back to the grey eyes staring at me while Lily and the blonde bitch were having a death glare off.
