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Oh, god!!
Random monologue #5
News: *shows footage of two sickos invading the capitol*
Konro, slurping his tea: Not my circus not my monkey
News: *zooms on Benimaru*
Konro, spitting his tea out: That's my monkey!
Oh, god!!
Random monologue #5
News: *shows footage of two sickos invading the capitol*
Konro, slurping his tea: Not my circus not my monkey
News: *zooms on Benimaru*
Konro, spitting his tea out: That's my monkey!
Oh, god!!
Random monologue #5
News: *shows footage of two sickos invading the capitol*
Konro, slurping his tea: Not my circus not my monkey
News: *zooms on Benimaru*
Konro, spitting his tea out: That's my monkey!
“She had stars on her cheek; he thought. The perfect alignment on her skin was the first thing he noticed. Not her eyes, or her hair, not even the scars that marred her body. It was the stars of freckles. He wanted to run his finger down the expanse of her cheek, tracing the outline of the constellation. He wanted to count the freckles, kiss each one. She watched him as he smiled softly at her; his stormy eyes were calm. Her chocolate orbs took in the intimate scene; together, they were vulnerable—alone. Trusting each other with their scars and their secrets. She wanted to run her blunt nails down his pale skin, kiss his neck, and trace the ink that covered his most horrid scar. Together they took in each other, committing their bodies to their memory, trying to memorize their imperfections and perfections. To him, no imperfection mattered. No. She was perfect in his eyes. Her stars, her constellations; it made his heart jump when he recognized the shape. How did he not notice when they were in Hogwarts? Perhaps it was the way her hair was always untamed that took away the attention of her stars? Or maybe he never really stared at her with the intensity of a lover, only as a rival? No matter, he wanted to slap his younger self for never realizing she bore the constellation of their namesake. He wondered, in the back of his mind, if this was a way of the gods? To mark her skin, to tell the world that she was meant for him and only him? Or perhaps it was only a coincidence? He didn’t know or care. All he cared about was her. This witch in front of him. This goddess. He cared only for her: Hermione Granger.”
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