to love completely

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

          “ —- … I take that back. I don’t love you             anymore and I want a new brother.”

“Oh, Al. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to  upset ya. I love you like crazy, mate. Even if you are a monsterous prat of a bloke.”

         “For some reasons that’s not as believable as you probably think it is.”

“I am not drunk.” And then he trips on his own feet. Nailing it, James. "And even if I were, why would I be? Hm? Everything's great! Why would I wanna get drunk? That's ridiculous."

  “It would have been better if he’d have fallen off. I mean,    not that I want him to get seriously injured, but…. It would    have served him right. I would have paid good money to    see it, it’s a shame no one can film things here.”

“It was still hilarious though. Scorpius was nearly losing his mind! It's probably the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” 

      “ JAMES, if you honestly thought I was going to help you         steal an ice cream truck then you’re either sleepdeprived         or drunk. “

“It’d be such a great story though, Lily. Imagine!”

              “Alright, I guess I can. What’d you need help with?”

James gnaws on his upper lip and sits down next to her, handing the Divination homework he had nonchalantly been holding behind his back to her. “I don’t understand what that weird lion looking thing is supposed to be. I looked it up in the text book and I couldn’t find it anywhere.”

          “ That is Dax, he’s an exchange student. Just                  arrived a few weeks back. Cute, ain’t he ? “

“Mhm, yeah. Why does he have his arm around you?”

  “ I learnt from the best, thank you very much.       Now shut your trap and let me fix the mess you       call your face. “

“Okay... Yeah... I’ll shut up.”

            ❝ At least lie down and rest. ❞

       ❝ Why would I go to the nurse’s wing when I’m not sick? ❞ James feels bile rising up in his throat again and immediately swallows it back down, leaning on August until he hits the  couch.         ❝ Oh... No. I can’t I have -- I have Quidditch practice.  ❞

      ‘ y’ seem a little worked up, mate.         come and tell ol’ freddie what’s been            botherin’ you lately, yeah? ’ 

 ‘ ol’ freddie, huh? not so sure i want to honestly.    i don’t think i wanna tell ol’ freddie anything, that    sounds like a trap if i’ve ever heard one. not to    mention there’s really nothing for me to talk about. ‘   

“What are you doing over here? Will it not look bad for a big, brave Gryffindor to be talking to a mean and horrible Slytherin?” 

“Probably, but thing is I’m a seventh year and I no longer give a single shit about appearances.”

      ’  oi! do not tell your mum           i gave you this. ‘

’ you’re the best, aunt ‘mione!     i love you!  ‘