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18.

Summer between sixth year and seventh year. A time where it was no longer a drift year, you had to buckle down to finish your N.E.W.T.s and see exactly what kind of job was waiting for you.

And a time where Shane refused to spend a lot of time at home. A time where she was desperately looking for a place in the wizarding world to live in and get away from her family. But in the meantime, she had been living in the Leaky Cauldron. Not the best of places to stay, but the only place she wanted to stay because she didn’t want to intrude on any of her friends. 

But that didn’t mean she didn’t ask people to come over. In fact, she had invited Yara over for a so-called study session that was never actually a time for study. It was just a nice excuse. 

She could hear Yara making her way down the hall, which prompted the sixteen year old to press her back to the wall next to the door. 

“Shane?” she heard her name called. 

A grin formed on her face before she threw her voice to where it seemed to emanate from the bed instead of next to the door. 

“Door’s unlocked!”

When the door swung open and the other stepped inside, Shane grabbed the woman by the waist and flung her up against the wall, her hand clamped tightly over her mouth to prevent a noise from escaping. Once her eyes caught Yara’s, the grin got that much wider. 

“Liebchen,” she chirped, leaning in to kiss the other’s nose. Her hand stayed over her mouth for a moment longer before slowly dropping away. “If we weren’t in the Leaky Cauldron, and I didn’t know you made a– what do the English say?– loud ass noise when startled, and you weren’t the one with the Muffling Charm prowess, well…” she shrugged, her hand dropping away then but the grin not faltering a single bit even when she leaned in to kiss the other properly. 

It hit her as he spoke quietly that he was here with her and a quiet happiness at his presence tightened her fingers around his and her smile wide. “Yeah, you don’t seem to be the lying type.”

She shifted her weight and chuckled softly at the whole situation, as she gestured at everything around her. “You want to make yourself comfortable? Mi casa es tu casa…” Bottom lip caught between her teeth in momentary thought, she blinked at him.

A moment to breathe before she actually moved once more to lean towards Philip and up to press a kiss against his cheek.

He actually blushed a little, though the dimness hid it for the most part, turned his head to return the kiss against her cheek. “Well, thanks,” he said quietly, seating himself on a chair near her bed. This had seemed like a great idea at the time, a nice dramatic way to tell her all the things that had been going through his mind since they’d parted last...but now that he was here it felt silly, overwrought.

26. Your muse gets in the way of mine running laps

One of the downsides of living shipboard was the lack of a proper space to run; martial arts were Jenna’s particular athletic forte but sometimes you just needed to move until your legs gave out. So shore leaves were a good time to hit up a real gym.

She’d been running a good half-hour, eyes focused distractedly on the ground in front of her, thoughts a million miles away. The upcoming work to do on Tuchanka had her preoccupied and her attention was not in any way on her surroundings. For once, after all, she could afford to let her guard down; there wouldn’t be an attack here -- not today, anyway.