| ||Rating: Mature||Story Reviews: 529|
Characters: Albus, Fred II, James (II), Louis, Rose, Scorpius, OC
Genre(s): Humor, Romance, Young Adult
Era: Next Generation
Status: Work In Progress|
First Published: 2013.11.12
Last Published Chapter: 2017.03.14
Last Updated: 2017.03.14
Favorite Story Of: 261 users
| ||Advisory: Contains profanity, Mild violence, Scenes of a sexual nature, Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme|
|The HPFF Dobby Awards: Winner - Most Addicting (2017)|
|The HPFF Dobby Awards: Winner - Best Romance (2017)|
(c) satellite @ tda | Dobby Winner 2017: Best Romance & Most Addicting Fic!
For two as different (and yet united in their faults) as James Potter, Gryffindor Quidditch
captain, arrogance extraordinaire; and Effy Wilderson, Ravenclaw seeker of sharp-tongued,
often unnecessary wit; they did seem to spend a lot of time together.
A story of high flying, low whispers, lack of common sense and
an intoxicatingly raw, fluorescent teenage magnetism
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|1||crushed moon extract
Maybe our best versions of ourselves come out at six in the morning, and we've never noticed because we're all busy sleeping.
|2||communism in mermish
I just want to dance with Mikey through the halls, beating on my tambourine and cartwheeling and flying for Albus Potter thinks I'm fit.
|3||more than nice
“Do you want to come with me to this Halloween thing next week, Effy?” He said this with a grin but then looked down at the ground, and his cheeks turned a bit red.
“Oh, Elizabeth,” said James, smirking, “this isn’t a game. This is just dancing.”
|5||dark rooms, bright lights
“What?!” I cried. “I was in the kitchens? And I can’t remember?!”
"Thank God you were caught," said Aspen, shuddering. "Madame Pomfrey said that if James hadn't caught you, you could have died you were so high up-"
|7||unbroken and wild
She grinned at me, heisting the black sports bag further up her shoulder. "Do you fancy spending a Sunday afternoon in the Gryffindor common room?"
|8||it's cold outside
And we looked at each other. I stroked his cheekbone, feeling the roughness of the underlying stubble, and he stroked my hair, his fingers grazing my left temple.
|9||tattered velvet carpeting
"Fine," I said, and he smirked. "Perhaps I fancy you a little."
|10||some aloe vera?
I burst out laughing, and I couldn't stop, not when he demanded it, not when he pleaded, but only when his lips came crashing down onto mine, and we stood there, in the middle of the street, under the falling snow, kissing like it was the first time.
"Right then," said Mikey. "So you'll pretend to be Scorpius's mum?"
|12||wild horses, part.2
"I'm teaching her how to party like a Gryffindor," she explained loudly.
The night went on, and Mikey and Jasmine slowly sobered up, therefore the conversation got generally deeper, as we asked for more and more refills of ice-cream.
|14||albus! albus! albus!
"Hey," said Al, his hands thrust in his pockets and his head tilted upwards, a sign of confidence, borderline arrogance. He had never looked more like James.
|15||the usual atticus
"Are we going to have an argument over this?" he asked.
“Your bikini,” she repeated. “Oh come on, Eff. It’s like, thirty degrees- we’re going down to the lake.”
"Wilderson," said a throaty voice. It sounded relieved and almost apologetic.
|18||staring into space
"No, Wilderson," he said, his tone gentler, his cool fingers grazing my arm, and then grasping slightly tighter when I didn't sit back down. "Stay. You should stay."
|19||literally, jewish god bless
"Effy!" cried Lara, as I picked up my broom and walked away. "You can't just leave Quidditch practise!"
|20||whiny male protagonist
"If only Aspen was here," Oscar said, wistfully. "We really need her input to make a complete group decision about what we're going to do next."
"You can't blame me," I screamed into the loud, relentless rain, "for trying to get over you, James!"
|22||of stars & constellations
But like Albus I was drunk, drunk, wildly excited from the summer heat of the night and intensely exhilarated from the throbbing music, the loud noise around, the darkness of the party and the sensational freedom of being young and free and fluorescent in my adolescence.
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