Fireworks, Parchment, and..Cinnamon. That's all Ava White smelt in her Amortentia in Slughorn's potions class. 'Who smells like Cinnamon?' She thought. It was then that Ava realized that the only person whom she was with earlier was none other than Peter Pettigrew. She was helping him set up some pranks that involved fireworks. He was writing on new parchment, planning for some upcoming prank ideas to pitch to the other Mauraders and had cinnamon candles burning in the Gryffindor common room to calm his senses and clear his mind. ~Mauraders Era~ ~Story may not fit in with timeline, so don't get pressed ladies and gentlemen~ ~Young Peter, Sirius, James, Remus, etc.~ ~May include swearing and suggestive themes~

-dane dehaan-

KND oc x bruce and my final thoughts before becoming an adult.

"Freak. Monster. Demon. Witch. Experiment gone wrong. Murderer," she whispered to herself. "What am I?" --------------------------------------------- "No way! Dude! This is fucking awesome!" Steve yelled. Matt also smiled and cheered, then looked at Andrew, whose attention was somewhere else. She didn't want to see what she looked like without her jacket. She didn't want to stare into her own eyes because she knew she would break down crying. "Please," Andrew mumbled. "Stay here," he added when grabbing her wrist. Her emotions were getting more and more mixed. "You're beautiful," he replied. ---------------------------------------- He wasn't the last to fall to defeat, and neither was she.