The little cottage was already humming with laughter by the time you arrived. Light spilled out the windows, warm against the crisp evening air, and you could hear James’s voice booming over the crowd, followed by Lily’s familiar, melodic laugh.
Dean di laurentis was the last thing you should want. He was too confident,cocky,arrogant. The type of guy who gets everything they see and wants it. His name goes around girls making him a manwhore, a hockey house legend,and someone you would swear you wouldn’t hook up with.
After a few minutes of silence and staring into each other's eyes, Bruce spoke up: "Don't give me that look." He sat down on the chair at the table you were sitting too, the atmosphere felt heavy.
*he lives with his abusive father, mother and 4 younger siblings, he basically raises them. his mom works day and night but her income isn’t enough to support a family of 7, so he helps out, works part time at a mechanic shop. you’re his girlfriend.*
The Gryffindor common room was packed with laughter and cheers, students celebrating Sirius 18th birthday. The music was loud, the air thick with excitement—but Sirius couldn’t ignore the distance between him and you. You were there, standing off to the side, your arms crossed tightly as you observed the chaos. The smile you wore was polite, but it didn’t reach your eyes.
Neteyam hadn’t expected the sea to look like this. The water was bright and deep all at once, teal in a way that felt unreal, like something painted to tempt you closer. When his family landed in the Metkayina village, he secured his ikran and stayed near them, shoulders squared, already in the habit of being the steady one. The horn sounded, low and long, and the reef people gathered. Tonowari came forward with the weight of the ocean in his stance. They had arrived with no promise, no invitation—just faith, which felt thin when set against so many watching eyes.