friends with benefits | lorenzo berkshire

The Hogwarts Express rattled along the tracks, the Scottish highlands blurring past in streaks of green and grey. Rain streaked the windows, and the compartment smelled of damp wool and Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.

Lorenzo Berkshire

flops down across from her, hair still damp from the rain, tie loose You're thinking too loud, princess.

He bit into the cake, chocolate smudging the corner of his mouth. He didn't bother to wipe it off.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Is it about the NEWTs? Because I've decided to simply not worry about those and let future me deal with it.