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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xcix||the bride to be
"We have to cut you hair." Maria says exasperatedly to Sirius, who's hair now reaches his shoulders and her groans loudly as the Potter girl nags him. It's the morning before James and Lily's wedding that starts at exactly three o'clock in the afternoon and Sirius is lazily slouched on the sofa in the living room.
Regulus is buttering some toast for the three of them as they sit, strangely, they're the first ones awake. When Maria had checked her clock half an hour ago it read '07:36am'. The tousle haired girl is rolling his eyes at their bickering.
"No! Maria—I can't." Sirius whines, running his hands through his hair and she looks at him incredulously.
"Why not?"
"I don't know!" Sirius sighs as he looks at her for at least a solid minute before groaning. "Fine—fine!"
Maria smiles brightly, hovering a dining chair to near the window and grabbing some scissors that make Sirius grimace inwardly. She sits him down in the light and he grumbles slightly and holds his middle finger up to Regulus who's sniggering to himself from the sofa where he eats his toast.
"Why can't you cut Regulus' hair?" Sirius complains and she brushes through his long hair making him wince.
"Because I like Regulus' hair the way it is, when it gets too long he cuts it himself." Maria says, smacking his hand away when he goes to stop her brushing it. "Now. . .short or short short."
"Short short!" Regulus chimes from where he's sat reading the daily prophet and Sirius swears at his brother in annoyance.
Maria starts, cutting his hair off making Sirius leg out a half-feigned whimper when he sees it begin to pile around them on the ground, Maria getting a brush and charming it to sweep up the hair.
"Almost." Maria smiles when she finishes the cutting and starts to just tidy it up a bit before handing him a mirror. "It's not that bad, is it?"
"I look. . .gorgeous." Sirius smirks and Maria rolls her eyes, slumping down on the sofa beside Regulus. "I feel like a whole new man."
Regulus taps her knee and she looks at him before her face is stuffed with toast and she groans loudly, smacking Regulus' hand away from her face as she swallows the toast that was shoved in her mouth before hugging and grabbing his sleeve, wiping the butter that smudged on her face onto it. Regulus makes a loud 'eugh' noise and she smiles innocently at him.
"Holy mother of Merlin." James Potter mumbles when he sees Sirius Black stood, still looking at his reflection. "What have you done to him. . ?" James says, looking at Maria and she shakes her head, leaning her back against Regulus' arm.
