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“You certainly look happy.” His eyes gleamed at his wife, leaning against the couch smiling up at her. “Either, you managed to discover something interesting, one of your experiments came through or...” James continued to gaze at Lily, lips curving into a smile playing with the thought formed within his mind. 

Cedric never really lacked a little confidence, he had a generally decent sized circle of friends and nor did he think himself as unpleasant company yet he was still a little bit shy when it came to making the first move. Shyness that seemed to not bother him when it came to her. He had spent quite a bit of time with her since last year just talking, studying and even lightly flirting with her, she always smiled and seemed to enjoy it when he flirted with her even if until now he never made a definitive move. That would change today. Today or never. All or nothing. 

“Good afternoon Cho- how are you?” he asked joining her on the bench and licked his lips sitting considerably closer than he usually did. “So here’s the thing. I fancy you if you haven’t noticed. I think I made it pretty obvious but maybe not? Anyhow...I need a date for the Yule ball and I would be pleased as punch if you thought I was worth a dance. But I understand it’s a big commitment so how about an actual date first if you do feel the same? I am talking about a proper picknick by the lake, lemon cakes,candles ,sarnies, the lot.”

“But if you don’t feel the same I won’t bother you again”

                ❝ i don’t know why you’ve got those pointy sticks out, you chuckleheads won’t be needing them in my class. ❞  gabriel said as he breezed into the classroom several minutes past the bell, an easy going smirk in place as he moved past the students and towards his own desk. once he’d reached it, the archangel peeled his leather jacket off and tossed it onto his chair before sitting on the edge of his desk as he turned to face his class.

                his first class of his day was a fifth-year class made up of gryffindors and slytherins, which he had been warned was a dangerous combination. not that he cared about petty house rivalry, they’d learn soon enough that that stuff wouldn’t fly with him anyway. 

                fingers tapping against the old polished wood, blue eyes sweeping over each student, gabriel’s smirk grew.  ❝ welcome to advanced magicks, which is just a fancy pants way of saying wandless magic, i guess. my name’s professor lokas. ❞

                      "How can you tell your brothers apart? I feel like I might have to ... colour-code them or something.“

It’s hard to keep the bemusement from her face as she watched her husband nearly pace a hole in the area rug (not that she’d mind it, a horrid gift from Piers and his wife for Christmas last). Wiping her hands on the kitchen towel she was holding, she noticed that Dudley couldn’t even be distracted enough to smell the fantastic pork roast she had in the oven. It was endearing, at the least, to see her big strong man so nervous.

“Agra, do ya expect that he’s gonna attack ya? Is this some form of magical greeting among kin?” As skeptical as she had been, the Irish woman had accepted Dudley’s story that his cousin Harry was a wizard, had went to a wizarding school, and had a wand, a broom and everything. 

And that Dudley had once been given a pig’s tail and been attacked by a demented... or something.

The finer details had obviously escaped him, which is why Lavinia had petitioned for Harry and his wife, Ginevra, to come for dinner. Poppy was staying the night at a friend’s, while Lily and little baby Tuney would be in bed before the Potters arrived-- reminding her to get them ready for bed, it was getting close. 

Getting information was a dual purpose for her, one to satiate her curiosity, and the other to cement what had made it so easy to believe her husband -- the signs of a magical child.

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          ❛  inside  you're  beautiful ,  something  so  unusual.   ❜  cedric  doesn’t  mean  to  be  so  forward,  he’s  just  saying  what  he’s  appreciating  and  he’s  saying  the  truth.

It was exceptionally warm for it being a week into October. It was a Saturday afternoon, and Neville was busy working to rearrange the greenhouse. A small project he took upon himself to help out Professor Sprout. His robes were laid over a chair as he elected to work in his simple short sleeve button down shirt and trousers. 

He was just finishing up replanting an aloe plant when he heard the door open. He peeked over his shoulder and smiled. 

“H-Hey, Luna.” he greeted with a timid smile.