this is for hufflepuff, bitch

Jessica screamed as she started to slip off. “Okay, okay I’ll stop! I’m going to fall!”

“Well whose fault is that?” He chuckled, “Where are we even going?”

“Okay…” Lexi stepped back, her hands in the air. “What about the cookies?”

“Also mine, I baked them all and I slaved away over all of this food.”

“I did, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I have to love you, I could be faking it.”

“Remind me why I agreed to marry you?”

“A big ass problem, but let’s go do something fun. I feel like we’ve been locked up inside for much too long.” 

“I like being indoors, but what do you want to do then?”

“Yes, honesty is important in this relationship.”

“You’re a nutcase and I love you.”

“I can call your future wedding whatever I want to call it, because I don’t take orders from anyone.”

“You’re such a hoe, oh my god.”

“You and me both, and you can buy a ton of Star Wars shirts for gifts.”

“Everyone shall wear them and I will drag them into a star wars marathon.”

“Hmmm, no-one will notice if I just take one.” Lexi said to herself.

“Touch the cupcakes and feel my wrath.”

“You’re welcome.” She replied. “So what are you studying?”

“Well I’m focusing on drama, actually. You?”

“Hmm, Primark?”

“Oooh, I do like Primark. They have great star wars tshirts.”

“You have far too much faith in me.”

“Rude, you proposed, so you have to love me.”

“Oh? And what if you can’t persuade me?”

“Then we have a problem.”

“And why should I do that? Do I look like the bitch in this relationship?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

“Ew you’re boring, and obviously want a failure of a wedding. It’s okay, not everyone can perfect it all.”

“Can you not call my future wedding a failure?”

“If we fall, we fall together!”

“Dude, no!”

Camille apparated the two of them out with a pop.

As they arrived, Lucas glanced around, “Where to first?”