╳ forged from fire !

❛  they’re made out of frozen ARTICHOKE hearts, you know           but they’re not new. Would you like a pair?  ❜

      ❛   definitely.            do you make            them or just            PURCHASE             ' em ? ❜

"see, i said there were things i could say," sawyer  points out, letting out a loud laugh. “not that they’d  actually be said. you’ve gotta earn ‘em.”

      “tell me how one earns a compliment. by your standards       at least." she chuckles dryly, the ends of her lips curling.

excuse my leave of absence yesterday         we had a birthday party for my mom !i’m here now & i’ll be working on my drafts. like for a starter, maybe ?

"I made Seamus drink some Devil’s Claw tea when I saw him trying to walk, and he certainly didn’t thank me for that. Bottom’s up!”

      "Devil's Claw tea," she repeated after recovering from the bitter taste the drink        had left, a brow raising. "Sounds awful. Certainly makes me feel better." She       let out a slight laugh, before setting the mug down. "Poor Seamus."

One of the most memorable scenes in Harry Potter. George asking his future wife to the ball.

"i’m  naturally vicious, i apologize." grin widens, grows  more crooked before it almost disappears, her bottom  lip  caught  between her teeth to stifle her grin. “you’re  wrong. there’s lots of nice things i could say about you.”

      "forgive me if i find your apology insincere. but you've       got the vicious part down." she's practically beaming,       noting the wide grin sawyer's sporting. "oh really? do       share." a noticeably dry smile tugs at pink lips, a       brow suggestively raising.

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“i wouldn’t put it past you; you’re a proper shite at  the best of times.” she snickers, lets a grin steal  over her features. “it’s hardly my fault. i suppose  you aren’t useless.”

      ginny scoffed, and rolled her eyes, amusement hidden by       her glare.  “hurtin' my feelings, y'know. what have i ever       done to you, hmm?" another laugh rises in her throat, as       she shook her head. "you suppose i'm not useless? i       guess that's the closest thing to a compliment that you'd       ever give me.         correct me if i'm wrong."

sawyer gapes at her for a moment, finally letting out a frustrated sigh and swatting lightly at the redhead’s arm. “you’re useless.”

      and she can't fight it; ginny lets out a loud laugh, nudging       sawyer back. "february 28th. am i still useless now? can't       believe you thought i was that big of a twat to do that. 'm       slightly offended." 

≼ ♚ ≽ ——   ❝ Yeah, that’s me —— I wouldn’t use the word hate,                          though perhaps dislike with a fiery passion would                          do just as well. ❞

      ❛          tell me who you dislike with a fiery passion & i'll          gladly teach you that hex. 'm not as nosy as i sound, i          swear. ❜

sawyer sighs heavily, arching an eyebrow at ginny and stepping back. arms cross over her chest and for  all of two seconds, she manages to look cross. "hogsmeade weekend, gin."

      “hogsmeade weekend? oh yeaaaaaah." her voice       grows louder as each syllable spills out of her mouth,       the corners of her lips twitching upwards into an inkling       of a smile.. "dunno, i can't quite remember the date.       wonder why."