after hours

How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved.

October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.

( ` stares at for a long, long while before reluctantly pulling out a nearly full box of bertie bott’s every flavor beans out of somewhere and slides it over) alright, you’re a pretty little petal, does that make you happy?

[ / stares at the box for a long long time. opens it, pours a handful of beans into my hand, and then tosses all into my mouth ] yeah- [ / talks with mouth full ] i am beyond flattered by being called a pretty little petal but--

if your hair doesn’t grow back…. i’ll steal more hair until we’re even on the hair:baldness ratio. so

or you could stroke my ego by lying to me by saying that i'm still pretty. And if you want to go the extra mile... buy me a box of every flavour candy beans.