Myra took one step forward, controlling her expression so that she seemed indifferent. "Yeah, you can come with me if you want." Her voice betrayed a smidgen of her pleasure. Finally! someone to talk to!
"Shame about the pen," she said, taking another step. "You don't half sound like my...
When the girl spoke, Myra swore her heart almost exploded. She'd been too busy being bored to notice the girl's approach.
"Mother-trucking bugger!" she yelled as she span to see who had disturbed her wanderings, immensely proud she hadn't actually sworn.
Then she set eyes on the girl. She...
Myra was bored. She had run out of places to go, and she'd wound up wandering the streets of Obsidian Harbour, waiting for something, anything, anyone to happen.
Myra shrugged. "Yeah, I read when I can't sleep. I watch Sci-Fi too." She quickly turned the question around for him. "What about you? What do you read? Or watch?"
You'd like to meet step-bro, would you? "Actually, I'm meeting him at The Three Broomsticks soon. Want to come along? Oh, and call...
Myra shrugged. "Yeah, I read when I can't sleep. I watch Sci-Fi too." She quickly turned the question around for him. "What about you? What do you read? Or watch?"
You'd like to meet step-bro, would you? "Actually, I'm meeting him at The Three Broomsticks soon. Want to come along? Oh, and call...
"My dad was a drunk," Myra said flatly. "He skipped out on me and my mum before I was born. But," her tone turned cheery, "then my mum found George. He makes her happy, and that makes me happy."
Myra listened closely to what James had to say about his sister. "Sam, huh? Sounds like a real...
"I've got a little step-brother," said Myra. "He can be a real pain, but he's alright." She snuggled into James's shoulder. "What about this sister of yours? Why would she make your life hell? And how easy does she bruise? "Because I'll beat the crap outta her if she tries it, she added to herself.
"Just ignore me," Myra said, rolling her eyes. "It was something to say, that's all. I read too much fiction for my own good." She flipped a piece of hair out of her face. I really need to get something to keep my hair out my face, She thought.
"I'm a second year, by the way." And I'm still...
Myra grinned. "Nice to meet you, Libby." She turned her attention back to the boy. "And you?"
She looked him up and down. He was rather cute, but not as cute as her James. She wondered who he was, how old he was, and if he was as bright and sophisticated as he sounded. "Come on. Or is that owl...
Myra scooted round to sit in James's lap, her back to his chest, and placed a finger on her lips. "Hmm... I dunno..." She leant up and captured his lips in a quick, soft kiss. "What the hell. We're young and in love. What's wrong with taking a chance?" She played at intertwining their fingers...
"So, I'm near the Owlery, then?" Myra breathed a sigh of relief. "Almost two years in this bloody place, and this is the first time I've gotten lost." She smiled brightly at the boy. "I'm Myra. Gryffindor. You? You're owl is beautiful, by the way."
Myra was lost. She had to admit it. She'd been bored, made up some random prank, then gotten lost. She lent her small frame against a wall, flicked a strand of cherry red hair out of her forest green eyes, and tried to figure out where the heck she was.
I came up some steps not long ago, she...
Myra hummed into the kiss. If you're so new at this, she wondered, how come you're so good? She shuddered with pleasure as he began rubbing circles on her back, and threw her arms around his neck.
The kiss deepened. Her fingers slid into his hair, which she found was surprisingly soft. What the...
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Myra shivered at his gentle touch and giggled at his compliment, looking down at their interlaced fingers and blushing more. "Not really," she admitted. "I've flirted, but..." She shrugged. "I guess you read me better than other guys."
My first kiss, she realized suddenly. They say it's...
Myra blushed rose pink as James's warm hand touched her cheek. She became hyper-aware of him as the rest of the world seemed to fade away. She could feel his pulse rasing in his finger tips. She could tell the exact colour of his blush (Crimson, it looked like). She could see the cute little...
Myra gave him a sweet, lopsided grin and giggled at his blush. "I don't see why. You're a cute boy, and your reactions are just adorable!" She leaned in a little closer, dropping her hand into her lap.
"Y'know, I don't have a boyfriend myself..." She said. And no real experience with them...
Myra noticed that the colour had drained from James' face, faster than a wine glass in front of a desperate alcoholic. She placed a gentle hand on his face, her own showing a truly concerned expression. "Are you alright, James? You look so pale."
Myra giggled and sat down beside James. "You're cute, y'know that?" She edged closer, until their hips touched. "D'you have a girlfriend?" Please say no, please say no, please, PLEASE say no, you cute, cute boy. She thought to herself.
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