be on top of everything;

[blinking, not sure what to say] What do you mean it never happened?

I mean that we never kissed. Trust me, I'd remember. Where did you get this again?

I was being sarcastic. Remember? You told me about that. Didn’t you get it? Did I do it wrong? I’m talking about our kiss. Or make out, as some might call it.

Yeah, I remember, but this didn't even came close to what sarcasm is. Sarcasm is... you know what, enver mind, that is not important right now. What's important is where you got the us kissing thing because that sure as hell hasn't happened. Like, ever.

[sighing heavily he sat down next to her] Are you really going to do this? I’m not crazy, I mean, I know a kiss doesn’t mean we’re getting married and having a kid, I just want to know what got over you and if you’re okay.

[her eyes grew wider at his words] Kiss? Getting married? Having kids?! Have you been dropped on your head? Well, I mean, I know you probably were dropped on your head, but that's a whole different story. What I mean is, what the hell are you exactly babbling about?

[nods, showing that he understands that she’s busy, before realising how stupid all of this looked] Look, Emma, I will either spare the awkwardness or add more of it with this, but can we not do the small talk, cause I’m going to want to talk about it.

[she didn't expect him to bring up the topic this soon, but she was 99% sure he would want to talk about it, so it didn't take her and a surprise at all and just raised and eyebrow and looked up from her notes like she had no idea what he was talking about] Talk about what exactly?

[hesitates whether to walk past her or pay her attention, he stops suddenly] Whatcha doing?

[she jumps a little like she haven't seen him before] Nothing much, just going over my transfiguration notes.

[walking down the halls, humming a song to himself]

[sitting on a bench, going over her notes when she hears a humming sounds she looks up, but when she realizes who it us, she quickly looks down again, hoping he wouldn't notice her]

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Liam feels his cheeks heating with embarrassment at the idiocy of his excuse and while his find his looking for an reasonable one his mouth starts spilling out the truth. “I know! And I’m sorry for being here and I’m sorry for lying, I just, well it’s rather complicated. I had just finished potions and Professor Slughorn asked if I’d bring the calming draughts he brewed to Mrs. Pomfrey and I did and Greta- Greta Catchlove, she’s in hufflepuff and she’s a prefect- she was there because she’s sick, you see  and she’s upset because she’s missing her recipe book- apparently, she has this little recipe book that she likes to carry around. She thought she had left it in the prefects bathroom but Mrs. Pomfrey won’t let her leave the infirmary to check so she’d ask if I’d go do it for her. And I was going to say no, I really was, but she coughed and she sounded so sick and looked so pitiful and I guess I said yes. And then she gave me the password and now I’m here…” He pauses to catch his breath after the quickly breathed explanation, “Please don’t tell Lance.” He pleas with wide eyes.

But there are no VIP seats, where you won’t get pushed and shoved.

It can't be that bad. But hey, mention Lucius' name, and I'm sure they will think twice, even three times before they try to push you again. Nobody wants to piss him off, after all.

I don’t even like Quidditch, but I think the matches aren’t needed, they should just give us the Cup already.

WHy would you want to miss out on us beating the other teams? That's the whole point in the first place.

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