don't you know the kids aren't alright

“No. Maybe. Yes. God, stop judging me,  asshole. You’ve slept with worse!” That  was completely untrue and Peri knew it.  But still, she said it anyway. 

          "No, go suck my arse I have not.            I've never slept with the guy who           signs my paycheck. And isn't he           ancient? Jesus, Pere." 

“So, long story short, I fucked   that one up pretty bad.”

    "So, let me get this straight. You        fucked your boss in fuckface's       web? Like, second in command?"

      “Long talks about anything I want? You’ll regret saying that - It’ll either turn into a conversation about the Lord of the Rings or Emily Dickinson. Did you know she used to hide her writings in her skirts? Bit weird. Sorry - Dinner. I could do dinner, yeah.”

          "Come on, 'Mish, do I look like the kind of           bloke who would exactly MIND a long            discussion on literature?"

           ❛ i don’t recall giving permission for that. ❜

             ❛ i don't recall asking permission for that. ❜                                         of course he tries his hand at the same pretentious                                          sounding attitude and not only manages to make a                                         fool of himself, but the tops of his ears turn a light red.

❝ It must be exhausting… —- acting like you don’t want me.❞

         ❝It's not exhausting at all.            —- I really, truly, don't want you.❞

     Holding out the device to the other, she cocked her brows slightly. “Say hi, Selene.” With that Skull, on the other line of the phone, gave her loudest “Hi, asshat.” that she could give — making it obvious the female wasn’t making up the story. Bringing the piece back to her ear, she looked at the other. “Oh, and one last little thing. That was not my whole life story. Obviously you don’t get out much, but there is more to a person than just their current situation. Now I suggest you move your little happy ass down a bit on this subway, or I will.”

          "I actually know Sherlock Holmes, not a bad bloke,               kind of nutty. I always find it funny when people use               that to me and I actually KNOW who he is. And you               weren't exactly talking quietly, I think that's a              conversation you should be having sitting on her bed              and braiding her hair, or whatever you do. I honestly              don't care." Crossing his arms over his chest, Nate              raised his eyebrows and shrugged.               "Honestly? I stand by my first assessment. It's               probably your awful personality." Nate gave               his best sweet, yet awkward smile and waved               at her. He turned, not at all perturbed by her               statement to him, or the way she carried herself.  

     ”My awful personality? Because yours is so great, right? I mean, insulting a random person that you just met. You’re a real Prince Charming aren’t you, kid? Got all the girls falling at your feet.”

          "I'm not the one with the massive inferiority complex.              Honestly, it's pitiful. You just announced your life              story to a random stranger who honestly doesn't              care. That's why you repel guys. Just a thought."

     ”So because I fell in love with someone, I became pregnant, and the father ditched me…. I am now a guy repellent? Is this how it’s going to be for the rest of my life?” That is such bullshit.

              "It might be your awful personality."

     "Have you ever had a peanut butter and Dorito sandwich?"

          "----Wait. That's a THING?"

           he smiled, though it was horrific and sickly,  lacking in warmth            and genuine kindness, but there was never much pretense for how            helpful he would prove to make himself in these situations.          ❛ i think slughorn might have mistook him for a missing  part  of  his                stores        ❜             he brought a hand up to his mouth and ground his teeth against his             thumb nail, his manner as nonchalant as one can be when spinning             a story involving inevitable death.                              ( which is, of course, to say he was faultlessly calm. )             ❛ not all too long ago i saw  him  flustering  around  a  slippery  little                 thing that looked just like that. ❜

             ❛okay, but...❜             arms crossed over each other, there nate stood, staring             at the unperson-able slytherin with evident disgust clear             in his features. he ground his teeth other in a sickening             moment and shuddered slightly at the wicked story.              ❛i may not be the brightest but you can't say things like              that. even i know that they banned use of live toads in              the classroom in 1953 when hogwarts allowed them as              pets, so it couldn't have been a toad. even slughorn               knows the different between a toad and a frog.❜                        despite his confident assessment, goosebumps traveled              from his feet to the nape of his neck. the bloke gave him              the creeps.

"Let me guess- little brother? Long-lost child? Something like that?"

"If by long lost you mean goes to school lit'rally five minutes away and stops by occasionally to ask for food, sure, that works."

        I gave you that key in case I lose mine, not to         let yourself in and out as you please! Nathan,         I swear to God, I’m going to shove this textbook         up your arse.

        But, I'm so far up your arse it            doesn't even really matter at            this point. Let's be honest.