⸢𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞,
𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.⸥
He remembers her. Of course he remembers her.
She strolled into Hogwarts for their sixth year, turned a few heads, probably ruined a few GPAs, and then-poof-disappeared before the year was even over. Mysterious. Alluring. The kind of person who leaves an existential crisis in their wake.
Not that he ever spoke to her. Not when his brain would have short-circuited, and he'd have ended up babbling about goblin rebellions or, Merlin forbid, his mother's knitting habits.
Years later, Bill Weasley finally heads off to Egypt to be a curse breaker, ready to take on ancient magic, deadly traps, and possibly a sunburn bad enough to be classified as a Dark curse.
And who does he run into?
Her.
Because, clearly, fate has it out for him.
And just to make things even worse? She's his mentor.
So now, instead of impressing her with his undeniable charm and rugged, sand-blasted good looks, he gets to stand there and nod while she teaches him things.
Maybe this time, he can actually manage to form a coherent sentence. Preferably one that doesn't involve goblins. Or knitting.
「𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳.
𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘗𝘳𝘦-𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴.」
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
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