philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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lxvi||frustrated?
Maria is walking with Minerva towards the quidditch pitch in the snow and Maria is blabbering about how she most definitely failed her charms essay on charms involving the elements.
"I don't understand why you're so concerned, Maria, you'll do fine in your N.E.W.T's." Minerva says and Maria huffs frustratedly.
"I don't want to do fine, Minnie, I want to do amazing!" Maria sighs, and Minerva gives her a slight side eye.
"I think you're so stressed about everything else you're putting more pressure on your grades." Minnie states and Maria scrunches her face, wondering when McGonagall became some kind of therapist.
"You're good." Maria rolls her eyes and Minerva copies her actions, seeing Maria begin to drift in the direction of beneath the quidditch stands.
"Go." Minerva nods and Maria holds her thumbs up with a bright grin before running underneath the stands and wrapping her arms around a certain grey eyed boy's neck making him chuckle into her shoulder. She sighs into the dark green fabric of his quidditch robes, feeling her feet rise from the grass as he spins her around.
"Good luck." Maria whispers, kissing his cheek and a flood of deja vu washes over her as she thinks back to when Slytherin had played Gryffindor in their sixth year of the school for magic.
"Here, wear this." Regulus mumbles, draping his emerald and silver striped scarf around her neck and wrapping it around so she's warmer.
"Thanks, you're lucky Gryffindor aren't playing." Maria snickers, adjusting the scarf and squeezing his hand but he pulls her back when she goes to walk away.
"I haven't forgotten about your little act, Ria." Regulus whispers, his cool breath hitting her neck as he kisses her jaw before smirking and kissing her temple before strolling of and leaving her with her mouth agape.
Shaking her head quickly, she folds her arms over her middle, pulling her coat closet and walking up the stairs in the stands, finally seeing Stan and Alyssa with their Slytherin scarves on, waving small green flags excitedly.
"There she is!" Stan grins, handing Maria a silver flask and her eyebrows furrow, bringing the rim of the flask to her nose and inhaling the strong scent of alcohol.
"You're both awful." Maria shakes her head and Stan raises his eyebrows as she takes a large swig.
"What were you saying?"
"I thought you were in the team?" Maria furrows her eyebrows and the blonde haired boy shrugs.
"Was, Slughorn said I need a break to up my grades first, before I can go back to being the best beater Slytherin house has ever seen." Stan says that last part loudly and the Slytherin boy hovering with a bat in his hand glares at him.
