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briana lockhart

Stories

    Drunk at the door

    It’s late on a Friday night. I’m at Claire Biggs’s house when a loud knock on the house door breaks the silence. Johnny Kavanagh, the popular rugby captain, is drunk outside the door and looking for a place to sleep for the night.

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    Ghost in New York

    The girl in yellow laughed softly as a cab pulled over, dark hair catching the noon light like it had been made for it. She moved with effortless grace, completely unaware of the city staring. Something hit Simon low in the chest, sharp and certain.

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    enemy

    your enemy but you’re making out at a slytherin party.

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    Touch Starved. || Theodore Nott

    Theodore Nott hates being touched—by anyone except you. Nobody understands why he lets you close, why he leans into your hands like he needs them, why he relaxes the second you brush against him. You always thought he was just… comfortable around you. But now you’re starting to realize it’s deeper than that. Theodore isn’t just touch-starved. He’s you-starved.

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    backseat

    i didn't want her in my lap. okay, maybe that's a lie but i definitely didn't want it like this. Stuffed in the backseat with too many people, and somehow she ends up sitting on me. she smirks like she's enjoying every second of my discomfort. and then she starts moving.

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    the core nine

    the group is at the greenhouse cafƩ, their go-to hangout spot before, during, and after college classes.

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    drunk at the door | j.l

    joey lynch, the former hurler and tommen’s resident troublemaker, is drunk and on drugs outside the door and looking for a place to sleep for the night.

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    Biker Draco

    Years after Hogwarts, you never expected to see Draco Malfoy again—let alone like this. Gone are the pressed robes and stiff manners. Instead, he’s tall, inked, and devastatingly handsome, with tattoos peeking out from under rolled-up sleeves, a cell phone in his pocket, and a motorcycle parked at the curb. His silver eyes are sharper than ever, catching yours with a mix of curiosity and something you can’t quite place. You’ve always had the biggest crush on him…

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