@Rabastan: Confessions.

adorablesophie:

So Rab, I want you to know about these. I have this strange feeling in my stomach that makes me to confess.

1. Remember that blonde girl from last year, who transported to Salem? That badass chick who you actually liked? I wrote to her parents about the drug usings and they decided that switching schools would be a great solution. Don’t ask why, maybe because I wanted you all for myself.
2. I snogged your brother once, during a Lestrange tea party or what it was. You were talking to your mother while we were in the garden. Sorry for that too.
3. I stole your sweater last month after that party, because it smelled awesome and I sleep in it since then. Don’t hate me, I feel safe wearing it.
4. You’re good. Very good, actually, though it was weird shagging my half-brother.

1. She was a bloody good snog, but more than that, she was funny and a good time! Sophie! Why would you tell her parents about her smoking up? We do that shit. Jeeze, Seymour.
2. You kissed Rod? I don’t know whether to be angry or think you’ve lost it.
3. …Um…okay…keep it.
4. I don’t what to say. Thanks. It was sort of like shagging my cousin or something, but you were pretty damn good too, Sophie. 

“You know… I was just thinking about you. I was on my way to take a cold shower.”

marvelousmarlene:

rab-lestrange:

marvelousmarlene:

rab-lestrange:

marvelousmarlene:

You don’t even know me. Fuck off.

Gross little creeper.

They creep me out in many, many ways. Someone needs to give them detention with Filch.

I’m easily creeped out, if you have not noticed.

All I did when I was fourteen was stare at their skirts in hopes that the wind would pick them up. I also snogged girls because puberty was not cruel to me, but you know.

Oh dear, Rab. Sometimes I worry about you.

Now I just sound like my mum.

That’s what fourteen year old boys do. The skirts part, at least. The second part was just me.

Don’t turn into your mum.

That would ruin the sexual part of our relationship.

“You know… I was just thinking about you. I was on my way to take a cold shower.”

marvelousmarlene:

rab-lestrange:

marvelousmarlene:

You don’t even know me. Fuck off.

Gross little creeper.

They creep me out in many, many ways. Someone needs to give them detention with Filch.

I’m easily creeped out, if you have not noticed.

All I did when I was fourteen was stare at their skirts in hopes that the wind would pick them up. I also snogged girls because puberty was not cruel to me, but you know.

“You know… I was just thinking about you. I was on my way to take a cold shower.”

marvelousmarlene:

You don’t even know me. Fuck off.

Gross little creeper.