𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓'𝖙 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 - 𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖟 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐'𝖘
Odessa Xavier doesn't 'date', on the contrary she prefers loose commitments. Sirius Black is said to be nothing but...
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A pre-game athmosphere regnanted in the Great Hall. First game of the year's here. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. The rivalty is even more prominent than any other usual day as everyone was dressed in significant colours of their own House.
I stroll over to my group's usual place at the Gryffindor table for breakfast, where I spot James and across from him Sirius sitting next to Remus.
"Mornin' " I drawl, sliding in the bench next to James. The table is stuffed with many different sorts of food, like a palette of colours, from bacon to pumpknin pie, and also my favourite cinnamon rolls that taste so much like home. They also remind me a bit of Sirius' spicy cinnamon cologne...
Nice, now get that shit outside your head, Odessa.
Remus in front of me looks visibly tired. I assume it's still the effect of the full moon from two days before. I'm actually surprised he's yet out of the Hospital Wing.
"Oi, Xavier! How was your sleep?" James asks rather enthusiastically.
I blink to absorb his energetic self, "Eh- Wonderful."
I actually haven't slept at all. The words from yesterday..."be a good girl and you'll get what you want"...resounded in my mind. Only thinking about it send shivers down my spine.
My glance ends up on him, currently muching on his buttered toast. He catches my glimpse, stops chewing, holds eyecontact and then looks away, all in one quick moment. Last night's scenario flashes infront of my eyes and I have to force my thoughts to swirl back into present. "I see you've slept good yourself for today's game, have you, Prongie?"
He chokes on his orange juice, "Y- Yeah," James coughts, "very good."
"Fuck, James," Sirius clicks his tounge, nodding no, "how much vodka did you put in the juice?"
Quddich weekends also mean you drink like a fish from noon to noon. Before the game, during the game, after the game, regardless the final score. Trust me, alcohol has never been so bonding.
"Padfood, you're the only one drinking orange juice with vodka." James retorts, rolling his eyes. "I'm a player, I can't drink before the game."
"I'm not the fucking only one!" Sirius snaps, "Moony, tell them, you do it too."
Remus squints his eyes, "Padfoot...I don't even drink orange juice."
