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“And what exactly is it that you want it to do?” Stefan asked, raising an amused eyebrow when he saw how frustrated she was becoming. “Maybe stop complaining for once second and tell me what you need so I can help you?” he suggested teasingly.

When Stefan was told by one of the Hufflepuffs that she was not in her common room that evening, he began to roam around the castle looking in possible places she would be. He often felt like this wouldn’t be an issue if they were sorted in the same house but after so many years, he had gotten quite used to this - he knew of most places she would be at. He first checked the kitchens and then the library, and when he found her in neither of the places, he stepped out of the castle to check the greenhouses and the outskirts of the forbidden forest. As he walked towards the woods, it was easy to spot her, she was feeding a couple of unicorns and seemed quite distracted and at ease. He kept a safe distance from the creatures, his eyes merely glancing at the unicorns before fixating on his sister. “That’s understandable” he said in a teasing tone, “but does that mean my sister isn’t going to be spending time with me today?”

“Yes, I know, smoking isn’t allowed on school grounds.” Dolena said, taking another drag from the cancer stick as she hovered on her broom, eyeing the prefect. “But, as you can see, I’m not on school grounds, so bugger off before I put it out in your eye, yeah?” The prefect stormed off and Dolena touched back down, looking at the person that had been saying something to her before they were interrupted. “Sorry, you were saying?”

Stefan rolled his eyes when one of the younger and more enthusiastic prefects whose name he couldn’t remember stepped towards them to tell off Dolena for smoking in the school grounds. As per usual, there was no reason for Stefan to intrude, Dolena had taken care of the interruption herself and Stefan scoffed as he watched the other turn red and walk away from them with a huff. “I was asking if you ever planned to get off your broom.” Stefan repeated himself, turning back to the brunette. “As much as watching you fly around wearing that skirt isn’t something to complain about, I missed lunch and I would really like to go get dinner now.”

Stefan, 18, 2 miles away from you, active now -- No, I am not looking to just be friends and no, you can’t talk about meeting my parents on our second date.

Stefan, 18, 2 miles away from you, active now -- No, I am not looking to just be friends and no, you can’t talk about meeting my parents on our second date.