#p;sparkle

ara knows that staring is considered rude but she really just cannot help herself - at least, not when chiara’s in the room. the gryffindor has been trying her hardest (and failing miserably) to keep her eyes on the essay she’s writing but it’s hard to do when her eye catches sight of the sparkling beauties that line the slytherin’s earlobes. she bites her lip as the afternoon sun illuminates the diamonds once more, her curiosity rising. “don’t they hurt?”  she blurts out a question and breaks the silence. “i mean they’re beautiful, didn’t it hurt when you got your piercings?”