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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lxii||after the after party
"Finally!" Alyssa exclaims in relief as Regulus and Maria stroll through the portrait into the Slytherin common, Maria now changed into one of Regulus' emerald and silver striped quidditch jumpers along with some dark blue, high waisted flared jeans. Her dark hair curled down her back and Regulus next to her now wearing a black t-shirt and some jeans.
The common room is cheerful and there's music blaring throughout the room as some people hand out small flasks of fire whiskey to anyone above fourth year. Maria's eyebrows furrow when she sees Stan slouched on the sofa with his Slytherin tie tied around his head like a bandanna and a blue solo cup lazily in his hand.
"He looks like he's having the time of his life." Maria says to Alyssa and Regulus, Alyssa who groans in annoyance and Regulus chuckles.
"He's been drinking since five and it's now. . ." Alyssa checks her watch. "Nine, amazing!" She drops onto the green sofa next to the blonde haired boy.
"It's a bit crowded, are there other people here?" Maria asks them as she and Regulus sit in the armchair next to the sofa, Maria's legs across Regulus' as she sits across him.
"Mhm, Hufflepuffs mostly." Stan stumbles slightly over the loyal house of yellow and black's name. "I said they're just glad Ravenclaw aren't playing them next week."
"Probably." Regulus states, snaking his arm around Maria's waist and pulling her closer to him whilst glaring at someone with a clenched jaw.
"What now?" Maria breathes, following the grey eyed boy's gaze to see Severus Snape speaking suspiciously to Rebecca Barnes who's eyes are flickering from him to the couple in the emerald coloured armchair. "Why is Snivellus talking to Rebecca?"
"Merlin only knows." Regulus mumbles with a slight eye roll, and Maria huffs, standing up and Regulus' eyebrows furrow as his eyes follows her strolling towards the section of th common room that had been cleared of furniture and where students are dancing and drinking. She grabs a red cup from one of the trays floating around the room and pours some of the fire whisky she was offered as they entered into it.
Taking a large gulp, Maria sighs, wiping her lip with her thumb and raising the cup to Regulus with a small smile gracing her plump lips before disappearing into the mixture of students.
Regulus looks at Stan who raises his eyebrows, "I think you should follow her mate, that is a woman that wants something."
Regulus snickers at Stan'd drunken words and stands up, grabbing a cup of his own and strolling into the crowds of Slytherins and Hufflepuffs, looking for his Gryffindor.
Maria, who's dancing between the sweaty bodies of other teens, feels familiar hands grip her waist and pull her back so her shoulder blades are pressed against his chest and he drags his lips from the junction where her shoulder and neck meet up to her ear.
