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seungmvnnie · 4 years

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Ravenclaw!Renjun x Slytherin!Reader

word count; 2.7k words (longest one yet, my bias really do be showing)

warnings; *very* suggestive kissing, female reader, bullet point au, unlike the other fics in this series, this one is pretty much entirely based on the build up to the relationship and has little about the characters together, enemies to lovers au. also i researched year 7 DADA content for this to make it realistic so never say i dont put effort into my writing ahahaha

Huang Renjun had been your enemy the second you had stepped foot into your first class at Hogwarts

It was only natural; you both came to school, bright eyed and ready, with the expectation and aspiration to be top of the class

you had read through and memorized all the books on the provided reading list before you had even boarded the train - everyone thought you were made to be a ravenclaw which is why it was a bit of a shock when you were sorted into Slytherin, but you supposed it was your ambition

you had planned to become the youngest minister of magic there had ever been since you were 4

which meant going to Hogwarts, achieving the highest grades and being top of your year, becoming prefect, head girl and going on to work in the ministry and work your way up

little did you know, Renjun also had big plans

to ruin your perfect record

the very first lesson you had with him; you hadn’t even noticed the quiet ravenclaw who sat behind you

that was until the Professor asked a question and he had stated the answer so confidently, you almost flinched

you had answered the first few, which was why his voice interrupting was so shocking

you hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to open your mouth

you knew the answer of course, you just weren’t as quick as he was

which is why the next time your Professor asked a question, you made sure to get there first

it continued like that the whole lesson, a vicious back and forth game of who could answer first

you enjoyed some healthy competition and all, but it was like he was purposely trying to annoy you

the final straw was when you turned around in your seat at the end of the class to glare at him and he had that stupid smug smile on his face that you learnt to despise over the next few years

ever since then, everything was a competition to you two

and everyone at Hogwarts knew it

quidditch

house cup points

you name it, you’ve had an argument over it

neither of you even played quidditch but you would still argue with him about how Slytherin was better

you even once partook in a particularly heated game of wizard chess that ended with a flipped chess board and a few choice words being shouted at each other

there were many people that Renjun didn’t like but you were the only one that could make him flip a wizard chess board in rage (Although, if you asked him he would say you were the one who threw it)

wizard chess was banned after that

everyone hated you for it

this competition was helpful to an extent; you were top of the class in most classes, except the very, very few in which Renjun had beaten you

your days were spent in the library, cramming as much as you could, the desire to beat Renjun outweighing your need for sleep or basic human needs

needless to say he was the exact same but you both made sure to sit as far away from each other as humanely possible in the library

you could honestly say the best day of your life was when you realized that you had made prefect and he didn’t

that got held over him for a good two years

then again, Renjun could also say that he beat you in your O.W.Ls, so it evened out

when you started dating Han Jisung in 6th year, who was another Ravenclaw, you had him reporting back Renjun’s grades in the classes you weren’t in with him

you both competed for who had the least amount of detentions given - you had 2, which were both caused by the few times your competition had turned physical and you had shot a few jinxes at him, and Renjun had 5, two from his incident with you and the other 3, a result of his unfortunate friends

which meant both of you had pretty much squeaky-clean records

you attributed your near perfect grades and having the best record in your year as the main reason why, the summer before seventh year, a neat little green pin with, ‘head girl,’ had arrived in the mail

of course, you were happy that your parents were proud of you, but you felt a vindictive joy knowing that you had something new to hold over Huang Renjun

That was until, you showed up on the first day to the first prefect meeting on the Hogwarts express and were met with the one and only Huang Renjun, the pin on his chest sat bright blue with ‘Head Boy,’ proudly etched into the metal

according to the pale look on his face, he hadn’t expected you to be Head Girl either

Professor Lee, the Headmaster, seemed to recognize his mistake almost immediately, considering he had two teenagers debating each other in his office before the school year had even started

“You can hardly expect me to work with him-”

“Of course, you can’t expect us to work together, I actually know what I’m doing-”

“Know what you’re doing? You weren’t even a prefect you poser-”

“You’re right I wasn’t, but I’m still smarter than you!”

the Headmaster had silenced you both with a wave of his hand, before you could retaliate with the fact that you’re beating him at potions, what does he mean, smarter than you?

“Okay. If you can’t work together, that’s fine. However, I expect one of you to make the mature, adult decision to step down from your position, not push the other one to resign.”

You looked at each other

there was no way either of you were going to do that

He stared at you both for a moment, before sitting down calmly at his desk

“I chose you both because of your maturity, exam results and impressive behavior these past 6 years. I would appreciate if you both put aside this feud and worked together for your student body.”

You stared at your hands, refusing to look at Renjun as shame gnawed at your chest

“Now, back to your dormitories.”

And so you were stuck with him

you thought that perhaps, Professor Lee’s words of wisdom would create a newfound maturity

but no, he was the exact same annoying little shit he was before

just this time, he had authority

As Head Boy and Head Girl, you were required to do prefect duty late at night together

which essentially meant you both had to walk around Hogwarts late at night on a Friday and Saturday and make sure no one was out of bed and wandering the castle when they shouldn’t be

you spent those nights in an awkward silence

you wished you could split up but you had to walk around together for, ‘safety reasons’

realistically you thought that schools were meant to be safe to walk around late at night by yourself but Hogwarts is just built different

as head boy and head girl you were given the most hectic two days of the week as well, which meant you had broken up more parties than you were comfortable to admit

you had even caught your boyfriend at a few parties, but you discreetly avoided giving him detentions

he couldn’t say anything though, he had let off Donghyuck and his girlfriend when you had found them making out

speaking of which

the amount of times you had caught a half-dressed couple attached to each other was just kind of gross

the amount of time you spent with Renjun was starting to defrost you both a little

not a lot though; just simple things like how you would ask him how he found the potions homework

sometimes it would spark an argument, but you could now have a conversation without some sort of spiteful remark

you kind of had to; otherwise you were just left in silence

your time spent together was usually uneventful

until the weekend of valentine’s day

that Saturday was valentine’s day and the day of a hogsmeade trip

Jisung had asked you to go, but you had an important Herbology exam on Monday, not to mention you had to be alert for prefect duty so you couldn’t be running around Hogsmeade

he had seemed annoyed, but he had always known how much your future meant to you

it seemed Renjun had thought the same because the only people in the library, or it seemed the entire castle was the two of you

prefect duty that night was the least awkward it had ever been

he had even said something that had made you laugh

however the lack of awkward tension between the two of you counterbalanced with the awkwardness of having to check every single broom cupboard you happened across as, as you had expected, many people had been affected by valentine’s day

what you hadn’t expected though, was to spot your boyfriend leaving the Gryffindor common room, hair disheveled and his t-shirt on inside out

“Jisung? What are you doing out of bed at this time?”

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights

“Sorry, the Gryffindors were throwing another party again. You know what they’re like,” he laughed awkwardly

your eyes flickered down to the red and purple bruises which littered his neck

“I didn’t put those there. You were cheating on me, weren’t you?” You asked so matter-of-factly, that Renjun was somewhat taken aback

you were using the voice you used to answer the teacher or argue with him

you didn’t seem emotional at all

Jisung looked like he wanted to pretend, but his face fell into a tired, yet annoyed look

“Can you blame me?”

You blinked at him

“Yeah.”

“Your whole life is dedicated to another person, (Y/N).” Jisung gestured to where Renjun stood

“No it’s not! Don’t be so ridiculous.” You had scoffed

“You didn’t go out with me today because you wanted to beat him in a test and be awake to spend time with him.”

“That’s not true!”

“You didn’t spend time with me on my birthday because you couldn’t miss a prefect meeting or Huang would hold it over you. You made me spy on him, and he tried to get me to spy on you too. Ever since dating you my life has just been this whirlwind of Huang. You do realize everyone in school thinks you’re in love with each other!”

He was shouting at this point

You looked at him, unable to argue with him this time, but the coldness in your eyes refused to budge.

“That doesn’t give you the excuse to cheat. I’m breaking up with you.”

He rolled his eyes

“Fine. At least now you can fuck Huang to your hearts content, considering the whole school is already betting on it.”

Before you even had time to react, Renjun had shot across the hallway, raising his fist and, with a sickening crunch, broke his nose

“Renjun!”

You grabbed his arm, pulling him back before he could do anymore damage

“Go to the hospital wing, Jisung.” You instructed

He glared at the two of you before swinging on his heel and leaving

you and Renjun didn’t look at each other for the rest of the night

or the next few weeks after that

Jisung had told everyone what had happened

he kind of had to, the bruising around his eyes gave away the events of the previous night

the whole school were watching you and Renjun intently, now that they knew how he had punched Jisung for you, thinking that this was finally it

you were finally going to get together

but you didn’t interact at all

not even to correct each other in class

the truth was, both of you were deliberating your feelings for each other

Jisung was right

you had told yourself that everything you did was for your career path, but why then did you have such a hyper fixation on Renjun?

you did well in life without your on-going rivalry with the Ravenclaw

was it just petty stubbornness? or was Jisung right in thinking that it was because of some other reason?

You found yourself staring at him in some of your classes

he was good looking, there was no denying that

but did you like him like that?

Renjun had been having the same internal battle

why did he suddenly find it in himself to punch Jisung in the face?

that was incredibly unlike him

just the way he had spoken about you and to you had made him so angry

the year flew in, and soon it was June and you still hadn’t spoken to each other

It wasn’t until your very last day doing prefect duty that the silence was broken by you

“How’d you think you do on your exams?”

he looked at you, shocked. You hadn’t spoken to him in 5 months.

“Uh- good. I go stuck on familial curses on the Defense paper, but I think I did okay in the end.”

“Oh, I wrote that the spell needs to be tied to the bloodline as opposed to the surname.”

“I thought it was that you had to tie it to the surname, because it doesn’t count as a blood curse?”

“No, because if the caster doesn’t understand familial relationships it doesn’t work, any first year could understand that.”

He went quiet for a moment before mumbling,

“I’m going to cast a goddamn familial curse on you in a moment.”

“Why are we like this?” you asked, stopping your walk to pause for a moment in the middle of the hallway

He stopped too, but he refused to look at you

“You started it...” He grumbled, staring down at his feet.

You rolled your eyes

“Why did you punch Jisung?” You asked blatantly

His head shot up in surprise

“Why did you have Jisung spying on me?” He challenged back, taking a step forward

“Why did you have Jisung spying on me?” you repeated

you both fell silent, and only then you realized how close you had gotten

you didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment

“If you’re going to kiss me, kiss me. Don’t pussy out now.” you uttered, your words sharp and cutting

“Oh, shut up.” He replied, rolling his eyes

“Make me.” You challenged

Grabbing your waist, he pulled you to his body, colliding your lips with his violently

you let out a muffled sound of surprise, not expecting him to follow through, but upon feeling the smile which had grown on his face at your shock, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you

you couldn’t let him win, not after the past how many years of sexual tension

your lips competed in mess of sloppy kisses, his hands moving down from your waist to your hips, pushing you against the wall in the hallway as yours moved to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair, using the way he gasped at the feeling to deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth

you let out a shameful groan at the feeling of his body pressing against yours and almost whined when he pulled away

your lack of contact didn’t last long, as he attached his mouth to your neck, biting down sinfully

you threw your head back against the cool stone wall which felt deliciously cold against the the heat of Renjun to allow easier access to him as he continued to suck marks into your skin until-

“Renjun?”

You practically threw Renjun off of you, ignoring how erotic the sight of his mussed hair and swollen lips were

in front of you stood the two hufflepuff prefects, Zhong Chenle and a girl who’s name you could never remember, staring at you

the girl seemed shocked, but Chenle simply had raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk on his face

you had forgotten him and Renjun were friends

“You do know I’m going to have to give you both detention for making out in the hallway. By your rules.”

Renjun rolled his eyes

“New rule. We’re the exception.”

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rosaliepostsstuff · 4 years

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Little steps (George Weasley x reader) | pt 4 - Attention

Pairing: George Weasley x reader, OC x reader

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3

Summary: Y/N and George try to figure out what the Yule Ball changed in their relationship; life gets back to normal and goes on, Y/N is a confused teenager™ and has a hard time sorting her shit out

Word count: 6897

warnings: cursing, mentions of sexual themes, mentions of alcohol, canon character death

a/n: It’s a wild ride and honestly I don’t know what else to say about it. I hope I left as little mistakes as possible, it’s long. The next part will be the last, my dears. Also, I’m not sure if drinking lemon balm tea is a thing outside of where I’m from so I’m sorry if you got confused 😅 - I drink it and I like it.

Walking up the curved steps you felt his tingling gaze, you held your breath in, until you were out of sight, and you seemed to shake more with each step you took. The door handle to your room felt colder than ever. You stepped into the room where Hermione was getting ready for a shower, picking up her cosmetics, you felt dazed as if you just stepped out of a fairy tale and you didn’t know how to function in the normal world anymore. So you closed the door behind you, your friend stopping in her tracks, trying to read you. You took a deep breath, leaning your back against the door and looked into her eyes – and that anchored you. Tonight really did happen, in the real world. Your face broke into a huge smile and you didn’t have to say anything, you just squealed and charged at her – both of you jumping grinning like fools, squeezing each other tight.

“I need to calm down, take a shower and just lay down” you started rambling after you let go of her “otherwise I’ll never fall asleep. Oh, I hope I can fall asleep normally, we both know I’m as good as dead if I don’t get enough sleep- “ you went on as you started picking up your own toiletries, kicking off your shoes in the meantime, while Hermione waited for you, chuckling at how dramatic you were. She was glad to be distracted from her own whirlwind of thoughts after that evening.

The following morning you woke up, debating whether getting up at all, was a good idea. But your rumbling stomach won. You washed up and stood in front of the mirror in your room, wondering what to wear. Why would choosing an outfit be too difficult? It was a normal morning after all. – a skirt with a button-up? no, that’s trying hard… - I mean, you never cared about how you looked- or wait, scratch that. You never questioned your judgement or had much trouble with it – maybe just some sweats? ugh, but then people would start assuming you’re in a bad mood, or hungover… - looking good just came naturally to you and you weren’t a try-hard, as you kept telling yourself. So you put on a pair of fitting jeans with a sweater and put your hair up in a high ponytail. It’s just a normal morning.

You knew Hermione left before you and you didn’t see Harry or Ron in the common room, so you stepped through the heavy wooden door leading to the great hall, alone. If your wardrobe this morning didn’t confuse you enough, now you faced another dilemma. How did you usually choose a place to sit? Why was existing and decision making so difficult that morning? Surely, you didn’t get enough sleep. That was it.

Still deep in your thoughts, your feet were awkwardly following along the Gryffindor table. I mean, normally, when you weren’t already with your friends, you would just take any empty spot. Today should be the same. Your seat at the breakfast table shouldn’t be a statement, yeah?

“Hey, Y/N,” said Hermione, shifting a bit closer to Harry, so you could sit by her other side. You didn’t realize you had walked up to them. “Hi,” you said, slowly taking your spot and unsuspiciously scanning the perimeter. “-everyone..” you added when you met George’s eyes as he was bringing a coffee mug up to his lips, smiling to you. You broke the eye contact to pick some food and get on with your breakfast and just missed how he hit his teeth with the mug, spilling a bit of the liquid and earning a snort from Fred.

——————⁛⁙⁘◊⁘⁙⁛—————— January, 1995

“-have you ever noticed that?” said George staring dreamily at your confident smirk after you probably made some cheeky comment, sitting with your friends by the fire on the other side of the common room. “No, can’t say I have,” answered Fred in a bored tone with his cheek resting on his palm and elbows on the table, until he got a punch to the side. “Ugh, what do you want me to do?” he said wincing a bit and rubbing the sore spot as his twin glared at him, feeling betrayed. “-you’re absolutely smitten with her since the ball and it’s getting boring. Get over yourself!” “Could you be any louder?!” George whisper-yelled “ -wait no, don’t answer that” he quickly followed, holding his hands up as he knew the look in his brother’s eye well. “Look, all I’m saying is – that’s still Y/N we’re talking about. And this- “ Fred gestured widely at George’s position “-isn’t helping you.”

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Much too soon for most of the students, the new term came along. You fell into a routine, very similar to the one from the previous term, only with a few slight changes. You had calmed down a bit when it came to George, who would now, along with Fred, hang out with you from time to time. He also got back to his confident self around you. His new approach was hard to get used to at first, cause it meant frequent compliments, winks, attempts to show off, distracting you when you tried to study in the common room and those damned, so hard to resist smiles you always had to return.

January was coming to an end and you were eating lunch with Hermione, boys not with you, brainstorming about the clue Harry got after opening his egg. As you stopped reaching new conclusions, the conversation topic shifted and you recalled how you got involved in one of the twins’ pranks. “-then I just told him how I was going to tutor George and Fred that afternoon and threw in a couple of insults, saying how insufferably dull they are etc, to appeal to him and avoid further questioning,” you explained how you covered for them with Snape. You were one of few if not the only, non-Slytherin student he respected didn’t despise. It was probably thanks to a mix of your character and having two older brothers that you knew where to pick your fights and weren’t afraid to swallow your pride if it ultimately meant benefits. It came very useful with Snape.

“-all that was left was for George and Fred to put some finishing touches and voila.” You said munching proudly. “George and Fred?..” asked Ginny, confused, leaning out from behind Hermione, reminding you she was there the whole time. “Yeah, I mean, it was their plan, so-“ “No, no- George and Fred?” she continued and looked at Hermione who was just as confused as you. “I mean- it’s always Fred and George.” she said looking between you two “it sounds weird the other way around” she got back to her food, “no one says that..” but she didn’t push further as Hermione was biting onto her bottom lip trying to keep a straight face and you put your fork down, suddenly not hungry anymore and -so- weirdly warm.

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February, 1995

You’ve been distracted from worrying about your schoolwork and figuring out how to help Harry with his second task, by the arrival of Valentine’s Day. After putting a bit more effort into your appearance you headed to the Great Hall for breakfast feeling excited, although just a tiny bit conflicted. You were on your way to your friends, walking between the tables of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, where your eyes found Matt who shot you a sly wink that made you bite your lip before he turned back to his friends. You never got to really celebrate Valentine’s before, but now you were sure he had something prepared for you. Your mind was taken off of it as you chattered with your friends over breakfast and then headed to your morning classes. As your Transfiguration class was about to start, you opened your bag to reach for your books, but you were surprised. On top of your books was a note, tied to a colourful box you knew well. You looked around the class and took your spot, taking out your things to avoid McGonagall’s attention. Trying to keep a poker face you opened the note:

You look beautiful, as always. Got your favourite Fizzing Whizbees because you ate like a ton at the ball, Secret Admirer

You read and in your attempts to stay quiet you made a tiny squeal mixed with a giggle, which caused confused Ron to turn around and you tried to mask it with a cough. You repeated the words a few times in your head. George thought you were beautiful.

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About a week later, it was a fine afternoon for Fred and George. They sweet-talked their way out of detention with Professor Sprout after borrowing an ingredient from one of the greenhouses and were currently on a quest for dinner, walking through one of the quiet corridors surrounding the courtyard near Transfiguration.

George thought the day was going brilliantly and his mood was great until he saw something in the corner of his eye and subconsciously turned his head slightly in that direction. Some couple snogging against a wall, not an extraordinary sight in an otherwise empty corridor. He was about to shrug it off, but then it hit him like a train – his feet got nailed to the ground, blood was draining his body and his smile quickly fell. You were the girl. Fred noticed him stop and followed his gaze. “Who’s the git?” He said with a disgusted expression. George didn’t know, but he recognised him as the Hufflepuff you danced with at the ball, whose hands were now roaming all over your body. “Come on, now.” Fred didn’t know what to say to his brother but he knew watching wouldn’t do him much good, so he grabbed his shoulder and headed to the Great Hall once more. Approaching Ron, Harry and Hermione, Fred tried to think of a way to loosen their tongues about the Hufflepuff git without showing that he or George cared. “-that’s why we’ll ask Y/N what she thinks, you know she’s better at it..” said Hermione and Fred’s opportunity came “Just saw her with her boyfriend, she looked busy..” he said lazily flipping his legs over the bench and George followed. “Boyfriend?” Harry questioned as all three of them looked over confused “Nearly sucked his face off-“ he said earning a kick in the shin under the table from George. “Who is he anyway?” “Hufflepuff, tall, dark hair..?” asked Hermione and Fred nodded still determined not to show too much emotion. “Aah, Matt?” said Ron with his mouth full and a bit of his food fell out, earning Fred’s disgusted look. “Matthew Aston. He’s in our year. But they’re not dating. He’s not her boyfriend.” said Hermione shortly, looking down at her plate. “So keeping it casual then, huh..?” Fred raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly nodded. “It started around the start of the semester, weird you haven’t noticed.” said Harry shrugging slightly “Yeah, he hangs out with us sometimes, he’s alright.” added Ron. When you arrived at the table you decided not to ask about everybody being weirdly quiet but made a mental note to bring it up later.

That evening, after they told you, you took a long bath in an attempt to sort out your thoughts. It was all true. Matt didn’t like seeing you with George at the ball (or at all, frankly), so not long after, he made a move you couldn’t resist. And being with him was comfortable. He knew you well, was attractive and so very into you, eager to please. And it was all good, but not enough for you to commit. You kept thinking that maybe one day you will, but you refused to call him your boyfriend. If that wasn’t confusing enough, then there was George. He felt right, and he felt real in a way you couldn’t describe. That only made you all the more careful with him. You’ve never felt that way towards anyone so you preferred to sit back and wait where it takes you. But you couldn’t help but feel guilty. While you felt a bit stiffer around George in the next few days, he slowly came around. He still didn’t like the idea of anybody else being close to you in that way, even if not officially in a relationship, but from his interactions with you, he concluded all was not yet lost. And for now, he found an outlet for his negative emotions in subtle glares whenever he saw Matt around the school.

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As the second task of the Tournament was getting closer, it occupied your mind. Lunchtimes, afternoons and evenings spent in the library to no avail, you were getting more desperate in finding a solution for surviving an hour underwater. You had less and less time, and now you found yourself watching the last sunset through the library window, before the day of the task. You had secretly given up on finding anything in those books, Ron did not hide it anymore and Hermione felt insulted as the library had never failed her before. “Oh this is no use,” Hermione said, snapping shut Weird Wizarding Dilemmas. “Who on earth wants to make their nose hair grow into ringlets?” “I wouldn’t mind,” said Fred Weasley’s voice. “Be a talking point, wouldn’t it?” The four of you looked up. Fred and George had just emerged from behind some bookshelves. “What’re you two doing here?” Ron asked. “Looking for you,” said George, which perked up your curiosity “McGonagall wants you, Ron. And you, Hermione.” “Why?” said Hermione, looking surprised. “Hang on, why those two?” You narrowed your eyes. You got why she could’ve excluded Harry, but if she took Hermione and Ron, you’d expect her to ask for you too. “Dunno… she was looking a bit grim, though,” said Fred. “We’re supposed to take you down to her office,” said George. Ron and Hermione stared at Harry, and you shared a concerned look with him. “We’ll meet you back in the common room,” Hermione told you two as she got up to go with Ron — both of them looked very anxious. “Bring as many of these books as you can, okay?” “Right,” said harry uneasily and you just nodded. You and Harry stayed in the library a bit longer, until Madam Pince kicked you out, then made your way to the Gryffindor tower with a stack of tomes each. You waited and waited, but Ron and Hermione never came back, and so around midnight, you excused yourself to go to bed, advising Harry to do the same. The next morning you missed Harry at breakfast and headed out with the crowd to watch the second task, hoping he was already getting ready. It felt weird not having Hermione or Ron beside you on the way to the lake. By the boats, you were looking for any familiar faces to group with, when you heard two well-known voices behind you, taking bets. You walked in their direction waving, hoping they’d notice your small figure amongst the crowd. “Hello, sunshine!” George beamed at you, slamming the suitcase shut. “A beautiful morning, innit?” added Fred, as you scooted closer to them and away from the moving crowd. “The sky is literally grey,” you said looking up but he just waved his hand and rolled his eyes, mouthing ‘details’. “Shall we get a boat?” you looked at the water and back at them “or are you staying here?” “Yeah we’re coming,” said George before Fred could speak up. After George helped you out of the boat the three of you headed towards the seats higher up, where you spotted Lee. You walked up the stairs to see a few black-and-yellow scarves in the seats towards the back. “Hi, Y/N/N,” said Matt with a single wave, making Eric’s head shot up with a grin “Heey, Y/N!” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw that George’s head was still turned towards you when Fred took his seat next to Lee. “Hi,” you said with a smile and a little wave, then turned to Fred and Lee and took a seat with George. After the had jumped into the water and out of sight, you decided to make yourself comfortable – you took out a blanket and some snacks you prepared in the morning. The boys had noticed as you picked up the blanket to unfold it and laughed a little “Getting cosy, huh?” Fred said with an amused grin. “We’re gonna be here for an hour and it’s not like there’s anything to watch, really” you pointed at the water surface “might as well.” You brought your legs up and sat cross-legged and given how close you were sat, your knee rested on one of George’s legs. “does that bother you?” “No, it’s alright,” George thought it was cute, really, how you were getting comfy and covered your legs, but above all, he didn’t mind that bit of physical contact. “What- you’re not gonna share?” he acted appalled and looked at your blanket, then back at you. You rolled your eyes, suppressing a smile, then unfolded the blanket fully, covered his legs, earning a grin, and even threw it over Fred and Lee’s too. You picked up a bag of snacks and the four of you spent the remaining time chatting, playing some exploding snap, and you even managed to pull them into exchanging some gossip.

——————⁛⁙⁘◊⁘⁙⁛—————— March, 1995

After the second task, the three of your friends were in the spotlight, which sort of affected your life, too. But the real problem was the pile of work you ignored while helping Harry prepare. That’s how you found yourself, early Saturday afternoon, at one of the smaller tables in the common room with your notes and various books in front of you as the sun rays were shyly poking through the window, asking for attention before spring officially started.

You had been sitting there for some time now and felt like you should probably take a break as the information was becoming harder to understand and took longer to assimilate. But you also couldn’t bring yourself to pause, with still so much to go over and you tried not to panic each time you glanced at the ‘to-do’ pile.

You were leaning on the table and nervously fixed your ponytail, when a mug with steaming, familiar liquid was placed in front of you. You looked up to see George as he leaned back against the table.

“Lemon balm. You drink it often in the evenings.. helps with anxiety, right?” he said with a small smile as you stared at him in shock. “Yeah- yeah I do..” You looked down at the tea again. “Is that for me?” you asked, just to make sure, but George just shook his head in disbelief and laughed softly, which you took as a yes. “thank you, then” you took a sip. “Can I join you?” “Yeah, sure, of course”

He mentally high-fived himself. He saw you earlier, slouching over the books with a worried expression and realized he wouldn’t be able to just enjoy the rest of his Saturday if he didn’t do anything about it. Tearing you away from your work was out of the question – you were no Hermione but you had a sense of responsibility, so if you had to study, you would study.

His best bet was to make it easier for you. You were often found doing homework in study groups and you found working around others to be motivating, even if you were doing completely separate things. He had a bit of trouble deciding if revealing he knows your favourite herbal tea was cute or creepy but he took his chances. When you thought about it that evening in the shower you didn’t believe he was actually studying, but he pretended to, and it worked.

It made your heart flutter, thinking of how caring George was. He seemed to genuinely care, and you couldn’t help but want more of it. You loved the idea of him caring about you. Over the last few months you were almost positive he had -some- feelings for you, and you did too. But after that act, you realized, you started falling. Seriously.

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A week later, you stepped out of the great hall after lunch, headed to the dungeons with Matt, wrapped up in a conversation. “Ugh, he just doesn’t know when to shut up..” he said with hands in his pockets and you chuckled lightly “but I guess quidditch boys just can’t help themselves” he paused, his gaze straight ahead “like the Weasleys.” Oh-ho, if he said that name then he’s definitely in a bad mood. Your expression fell a bit. “They’re just obnoxious, I really don’t know why you keep hanging out with them.” “They’re not always that obnoxious, I know them well. They’re alright” He scoffed. “Alright… but they’re not like us.” You furrowed your eyebrows. Matt has been subtly hinting dislike towards the twins, or George in particular, and suggested you didn’t spend so much time with them before, but it was unlike him to act like an elitist shit. You stopped. “I like them.” “Yeah, that’s the problem, isn’t it? I think you got a bit confused. One of them might be thinking you like him a little too much.” He fake-smiled. You didn’t know what to say, and he looked you straight in the eye now “Cut it out Y/N, I mean it this time. I don’t want you hanging with them anymore.” “Well you don’t have a say in that, do you?!” You knew you hit a weak point. “You know what?! This whole thing was getting boring anyway.” You kept your voice even, as you were fuming inside. “We should end it before you think I like you a little too much. You can go fuck yourself, friend.” You turned around and with shoulders straight and you walked away in quick, long steps. He didn’t go after you.

It wasn’t until you reached the grand staircase that you slowed down a bit and allowed yourself to calm down. With each step, you were more glad you did what you did. When you stepped through the portrait you immediately realized Merlin still had your back. Fred and George, right there at the table. With your mind set, you walked up.

“Hi boys. You busy?” You sat down and they turned their attention to you. “Not really, what is it?” “I just wanted to hang out, I’m in need of a good time.” You said smiling at them both and they shared a look. “Flatterer,” said Fred, flicking his hair. “D’you wanna go outside?” asked George It was quite warm, so you nodded. “I’ll just run up to my room and grab a few things.”

When you came back George was waiting, lounging on the couch and Fred nowhere in sight. When he noticed you he jumped up and beamed at you “After me.”

You walked in comfortable silence for a bit, which you broke only after you left the castle. “Fred not coming with us?” you asked in a non-suspicious tone “Not this time, had something to take care of. Why, disappointed?” he teased you and you bumped his side earning a small laugh. “So, why were you in such a desperate need of a good time?” he tried to start a conversation. You were silent for a bit, thinking things over. “Matt and I had a fight.” you opted for honesty “Oh,” he tried not to sound hopeful. “I ended things with him. “ George raised his eyebrows “Did he do something? I thought you liked him.” “He didn’t do anything. He was okay, but that was it, really. And then he liked me too much.. and that was his problem.” you said looking down at the ground.

George tried not to be selfish, he was happy you came to him at that moment. He wanted to be there for you and not think too far ahead about how that would benefit him. But something about you saying Matt liked you too much was worrying.

“Not to whine, but I came to you hoping I wouldn’t have to think about it anymore” you looked up at him and brought him out of his thoughts. “Ugh- of course, erm..” he scratched the back of his head “There’s something I wanted to show you.”

You walked along the shore of the lake for a bit and took a turn to walk between some trees and found a steep pathway leading up a bit and back towards the lake. In the end, you found an opening between the thick trees and bushes, its edge a few meters above the edge of the lake. You took in your surroundings and found the spot cosy, you could also see the castle in the distance, though you could’ve sworn you had never seen this place from there.

“Like it?” George asked from behind you, standing with his hands in his pockets and shoulders slouched a bit. You turned around and met his warm eyes, your amazement etched into your expression. “Love it,” you said and immediately cringed a bit. But it warmed his heart to hear that, he hadn’t brought anyone there before.

“Yeah, I like it here.” He said walking up to the edge to look over it. “I don’t think many people know about this place, which makes it even better.” he turned back to you making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. He took a seat on the ground near the edge and patted the spot next to him, which you took.

“Soo.. what do you wanna do?” He asked leaning back on his arms. Your mind went to a few possible options, none of them appropriate. “or we could just talk” he tried to take some pressure off of you. At that moment you remembered something and started looking through your bag. You took a deck of cards out and held them up

“You ever played ‘treachery’?” you smirked and wiggled your eyebrows a bit and he shook his head after a bit of thought. “We face away from each other,” you said as you shifted in your spot and he reluctantly followed. “Lean back.” “Like that?” he said pushing his back onto yours and in result folding you in half, earning half-groan half-laugh from you, before he sat normally. Feeling the warmth of his back on yours and the vibration of his voice made the experience surprisingly intimate. You were so close, but you didn’t see each other’s faces, which made both of you feel a little less self-conscious. You explained the rules of the game to him. He caught up pretty quickly and you played a few rounds before getting bored with it. Then you talked, about everything, and nothing really.

You sat on the edge with one of your legs dangling over, a wide smile plastered on your face. The early spring sun was slowly setting and your stomach started to remind you it was almost dinner time. Just a few more minutes, you thought to yourself.

On your way back, the steep path proved more difficult and you gladly accepted when George offered you his hand to take. However, when you reached the bottom, neither one of you let go. He slowly intertwined your fingers and the two of you continued to walk in silence along the lake. You had done things that would seem much more intimate before, but nothing felt quite like it. It was exciting and calming at the same time, it felt completely new but so natural and right.

As you approached the castle, the clocktower courtyard in sight and you could see other students walking about, you both, mutually, loosened the grip until you let go.

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April, 1995

Ever since George took you to your spot by the lake, you spent more time with him. He always took a moment to ask about your day and little things when he saw you around the school, and you felt more comfortable to just walk up to him to chat.

April Fools’ or twins’ birthday came on Saturday. You didn’t see them at breakfast and they sat far away during lunch. You still haven’t got the chance to wish him a happy birthday – a simple act you were quite looking forward to, to show that you cared and see his reaction. Mother Nature was being very generous with the weather, the early afternoon was quite warm and sunny and you took that opportunity to set up a blanket for yourself under one of the trees near the training grounds and read a bit.

You don’t turn seventeen every day and Fred and George took it very seriously. That’s why they had just stashed with Lee all the necessary party supplies in the boathouse to celebrate that night and were now headed back to the castle. George saw you lounging on the blanket, he noticed you from afar as if it became his seventh sense. He gazed at you for just a moment, his hands in the pockets of his shorts and felt a jab at his side.

“The fuck was that for?!” he grimaced at his snickering twin. “If you ask me, she looks as if she’s about to run away. You’d better catch her before she realizes you’re coming.” Fred said with fake seriousness, earning an eye-roll. However, George’s mind was too preoccupied for a witty comeback. “I’ll see you.. later.” “Just don’t embarrass me even more!” Fred shouted after him. When he walked up you closed the book on your finger and seeing his bright smile, you couldn’t not smile back.

“Hello,” you said enthusiastically. “Hi” he did a little wave, standing on the edge of your blanket. “Happy birthday” “Thank you,” you put a bookmark in your book and put it away, then sat up. You were silent for a bit and George shifted on his feet. “You’re just gonna stand there?” George’s mind went blank and you saw his shocked face as he opened and closed his mouth a few times “I mean that you can sit down if you want.” “Ooh,” he replied with a slight relief and quickly made himself comfortable on the soft blanket, the two of you now sat cross-legged, facing each other.

“So how is it being a responsible adult?” you asked making him snort “That’s likely.” You giggled, biting on your bottom lip, something George has grown to love. “What’re you reading?” he asked nudging your thigh with his foot lightly. “You really wanna know?” you asked, with a slight doubt, but you were excited to tell him a little bit about your interests. “I really wanna know.” He said, lying down on the blanket and looking up at the tree above. You started with telling him about the book you were currently reading, then you talked about what the two of you generally enjoy reading and then it just continued like it always did with him.

You quickly found yourself on the blanket next to him, looking up at the leaves swaying with the gentle wind and eventually his hand found yours, tracing patterns on your palm and playing with your fingers absentmindedly.

——————⁛⁙⁘◊⁘⁙⁛—————— May, 1995

You and the three of your friends crept out of your dormitories at daybreak near the end of May. It was really important for you to send an owl to Sirius. You were still debating the events of the previous night, what happened with Victor Krum and Mr Crouch when Hermione shushed you all. You heard footsteps going up to the owlery and two arguing voices.

The Owlery door banged open. Fred and George came over the threshold, then froze at the sight of you, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. “What’re you doing here?” Ron and Fred said at the same time. “Sending a letter,” said Harry and George in unison. “What, at this time?” said Hermione and Fred. At this point, you were looking all over everyone with narrowed eyes. Fred grinned. “Fine — we won’t ask you what you’re doing if you don’t ask us,” he said. He was holding a sealed envelope in his hands. Harry glanced at it, but Fred, whether accidentally or on purpose, shifted his hand so that the name on it was covered. “Well, don’t let us hold you up,” Fred said, making a mock bow and pointing at the door. Ron didn’t move. “Who’re you blackmailing?” he said. The grin vanished from Fred’s face. Harry saw George half glance at Fred, before smiling at Ron. “Don’t be stupid, I was only joking,” he said easily. You furrowed your eyebrows and kept listening. “Didn’t sound like that,” said Ron. Fred and George looked at each other. Then Fred said abruptly, “I’ve told you before, Ron, keep your nose out if you like it the shape it is. Can’t see why you would, but —” “It’s my business if you’re blackmailing someone,” said Ron. “George’s right, you could end up in serious trouble for that.” You agreed with it and was concerned about what they got themselves into. “Told you, I was joking,” said George. You felt disappointed. He walked over to Fred, pulled the letter out of his hands, and began attaching it to the leg of the nearest barn owl. “You’re starting to sound a bit like our dear older brother, you are, Ron. Carry on like this and you’ll be made a prefect.” “No, I won’t!” said Ron hotly. George carried the barn owl over to the window and it took off. George turned around and grinned at Ron “Well, stop telling people what to do then. See you later.”

You took one last look at him and it was like looking at a stranger, you’ve never seen his eyes this cold, then he and Fred left the Owlery. Harry, Ron, you and Hermione stared at one another.

“You don’t think they know something about all this, do you?” Hermione whispered. “About Crouch and everything?” “No,” said Harry. “If it was something that serious, they’d tell someone. They’d tell Dumbledore.” Ron, however, was looking uncomfortable. “What’s the matter?” Hermione asked him. “Well…” said Ron slowly, “I dunno if they would. They’re… they’re obsessed with making money lately, I noticed it when I was hanging around with them — when — you know —” “We weren’t talking.” Harry finished the sentence for him. “Yeah, but blackmail…” “It’s this joke shop idea they’ve got,” said Ron. “I thought they were only saying it to annoy Mum, but they really mean it, they want to start one. They’ve only got a year left at Hogwarts, they keep going on about how it’s time to think about their future, and Dad can’t help them, and they need gold to get started.” You and Hermione were looking uncomfortable now. “Yes, but… they wouldn’t do anything against the law to get gold.” “Wouldn’t they?” said Ron, looking sceptical. “I dunno… they don’t exactly mind breaking rules, do they?” You felt slightly sick. “Yeah but not that kind of rules.” “This is the law,” said Hermione, looking scared. “This isn’t some silly school rule… They’ll get a lot more than detention for blackmail! Ron… maybe you’d better tell Percy…” “And what would that change?” you said. “Are you mad?” said Ron. “Tell Percy? He’d probably do a Crouch and turn them in.” He stared at the window through which Fred and George’s owl had departed, then said, “Come on, let’s get some breakfast.”

——————⁛⁙⁘◊⁘⁙⁛—————— June, 1995

After the encounter in the owlery, you barely saw George or talked to him. It was the day of the third task. When you saw that the empty spot left for you was next to George you panicked a bit and felt stiff at first.

When Harry came out of the labyrinth with the Cup, the orchestra started playing and people cheered. But you felt something was wrong and felt a chill down your back – you noticed Harry’s face first and leaned forward to see what was on the ground next to him.

You felt faint and all the noise around you was muted. You stepped back without looking and stumbled a bit but George grabbed you. “He-he's dead…” you whispered still looking at Cedric’s body.

“What?..” George’s expression fell immediately as he brought you a bit closer and looked over the crowd to see for himself. “Ced’s dead..” said facing George. He took you in his arms and you hid your face in his chest, your hands clinging to his shirt tightly. He couldn’t get a word out, just held you tight and placed his chin on top of your head. The moment was interrupted as all the Weasleys started ushering out of the stands, Y/N and Hermione with them.

The next few days weren’t easy but you came to terms with the reality – Voldemort was back, he killed Cedric Diggory and you were certain the future of you and your friends would be challenging.

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With a few days left before you’d all leave for the summer, you and Hermione decided to enjoy the warm, sunny afternoon and lounged on the grass in one of the courtyards. The exams were done with and you forgot about all the danger for just a day.

You were soaking in the sun, your eyes closed, when suddenly you felt a shadow cast over your face. You opened your eyes to see George crouching beside you.

“Fancy taking a walk?” “Oooh but Hermione and I were having our gal pal time. Weren’t we, Miney?” You said with an exaggerated pout. She chuckled at you. “I think we went over every boy in the school,” she started getting up, “I’ll see you later.” “Bye, bye, girlfriend!” you waved to her and George helped you get off the ground.

“Was there something, in particular, you wanted to talk about?” you asked after you started walking. George bit his lip and looked straight ahead, “There is, but let’s go to the lake.” “Ok,” you said with a small voice, wondering where this was going.

“Were you avoiding me?” He asked once you got to the lake and kept walking along the shore. Were you? – you thought. “Something changed. You didn’t talk to me, you wouldn’t smile like you did before.” He said with genuine hurt in his voice. “I missed that.” he paused for a bit, “was it about the blackmail thing?”

You didn’t know what to say.

“because I didn’t tell you anything?” “Look, I know it was kinda stupid of me. You don’t owe me anything and you don’t have to tell me anything. And I didn’t avoid you.. on purpose.” you stopped and faced the lake, “I guess I just- I kinda hoped you would want to tell me, you know..?”

A few seconds passed and you turned back to see him looking at you. He looked at his shoes and took a deep breath, then held out his hand with a serious expression. You took the few steps towards him and took the hand you missed so much. You started slowly walking again. “Remember when we went to the World Cup?” he started. “Of course.” “And how Fred and I placed that bet?” You hopped up and walked along one of the larger rocks “…Ireland wins but the Bulgarians get the snitch – I remember. Brilliant by the way, I still can’t believe you got it.” you hopped down. George smirked for a second. “Brilliant indeed. You may or may not remember that we asked for our money right after the match ended. Old Ludo wasn’t happy with it, but eventually, he paid up.” you nodded “The catch is, he gave us leprechaun gold.” “Noo... What a dick!” you said in genuine disbelief. “I know,” he replied grimly. “Bagman seemed fishy, I think I heard my dad rant about him once, but that… “ “Yup. We tried getting him to pay up multiple times – nice at first, but he wouldn’t. And now he apparently up and vanished, so it’s over - a lost cause.” You were speechless for a second. “George, I’m so sorry. You gave him all your savings..” you moved even closer to him. “It’s alright.” He let go of your hand to wrap an arm around your shoulder, “we’ll just have to work even harder. But we’ll get there. Still got a year left in here.” “That’s right… You know I forget you’re older sometimes. But I’ll still be here for 2 more years after you graduate.” You looked up at the castle across the lake, in the distance. “It’s gonna be weird.” “How? Boring?” he asked, expecting a snarky response. “Yeah” you gave him an honest one instead. “Don’t worry, love, we’ve still got a year.” he squeezed you closer, making you chuckle. “Will you write to me this summer?” He asked. “Only if you write first.” “Have you got any parchment on you?”

With your moods significantly better, you headed to the Great Hall for dinner, the future suddenly not so scary anymore.

Part 5

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Haechan | Trip to Trouble Pt.1

pairing: haechan x fem!reader

genre: thriller, mystery, adventure, action, drama, crime, fluff, angst and light smut (most of these will apear in future parts)

warnings: mention of alcohol addiction, blood, murder, guns and i know it is a sensitive topic right now but the y/n person is a cop, don’t worry i stand by acab (bastards not bad) but i just had to do it for this one to fit it in the story line

words: 2221

summary: this train ride usually consisted of the same people, same events and same routine. however this time it was different. you get the choice to do something that will affect one person on this train and won’t affect you, in return a whole load of cash? easy right. little did you know what you were getting yourself into.

disclaimer: english is not my first language so sorry for my spelling or grammar mistakes, i tried my best. + this is based on the movie the commuter :)

Chaos. People running in all sorts of directions, some on the phone, others looking over at the big digital screens in the air to see where there next train departs from. People of all sorts of ages. Young couples probably going on a romantic trip, students who need to get to their colleges, families with little children going on a nice trip or vacation and elders looking for some adventure in their old days. Your breathing was making an obnoxiously loud sound as you were almost running, hurrying to the perron your train was waiting for you. It was one of those days were you would leave for work on the other side of the city and would come back maybe a couple of weeks later. To be completely honest with yourself, you despised your job, everything about it made you mentally and physically sick. From the long travel, being away from home for such long hours ‘till the misogynistic men who would command you around and make sickening comments and jokes about ‘the females’. However you didn’t have much of a choice. Living alone with your mom who wasn’t in the right mental state to work and a little brother who is still too young to and is trying his hardest studying to achieve his dream to become a doctor, left you no other choice but to find the most high paying job you were able to get into.

That same job was the reason why you were hurrying as fast as you could right now, bumping into strangers here and there and mumbling a quick ‘sorry’ while pacing along. Only a few more steps. The staff member of the train was already putting the flute into his mouth, ready to signal that they would leave, when you passed him into the train. And there was the whistle. The doors closed and you went ahead and searched for your place in the train. Usually you would sit next to a window. That was one of the good things about this trip, the scenery you passed was absolutely gorgeous and a great distraction from your thoughts. Lucky for you there was still a two-seated place left. You sat yourself down on the ugly blue seating after placing your bag in the little storage above it. Already feeling hot because of the hurrying you took off your long brown jacket, one of the more fancy clothing pieces you owned and put it on the seat next to you. You weren’t expecting anyone to sit next to you anyways, nobody really ever did unless the train was really full. However today looked like a rather peaceful day for the ride to the other side.

Letting out a content sigh because you made it in time and you now had time to relax, you sat backwards and craned your neck to look at the other passengers, checking if the same people as normal were there. By now you took this train so many times you knew almost everybody’s name, where they got off and what their favourite lunch break was. The last part made you embarrassed. Let’s just say you liked watching people when you were bored, not in the creepy way of course. You just found them interesting, it always fascinated you how everyone truly has their own life and their own intentions, a family, jobs, beliefs and dreams. So today you started looking around again. On the left side of you, the other side of the ail, sat Lucy. A middle-aged woman, slick black hair, most of the times in a ponytail except if she was running late and in a rush. Usually she would be typing away on her laptop or she was on the phone with what you assumed her kids, since she always talked in such a loving and motherly way to the person on the other side of the line. Sitting in front of her was the elderly man you absolutely adored. You didn’t find out his name yet, but you found him a George so to you he was named George. George would mostly read some newspapers and play sudoku here and there. He loved his granola bars as he eats about 3 in only 1 hour. Honestly you were doubting if it was healthy, you should search that up later. Next to George was an elderly lady, you did know her name since she was quite the speaker and introduced herself sometime in the past to you and every train ride would have small talk with everyone she could. Her name was Lilith, the most loving lady you ever saw. You knew she was old because she had told you her age but honestly you couldn’t really tell, her beautiful black skin barely having wrinkles and her smile making her seem 20 years younger and let me tell you, she smiled a lot. She especially smiled a lot at George. Deep down you hoped they would end up together, you knew Lilith was single after all.

But the most interesting person was seated in front of you. Well not directly like George with Lucy, they were seated on a 4-seat area, you were on the 2-seat area. But he was though and he was facing your way. You could see him through the little line between the two seats in front of you, sitting at your left, the seat away from the window. He had dark brown hair, lighter brown highlights going through them, it would usually hang over his forehead and sometimes even over his eyes when he looked down. Speaking about eyes, he did look in your way a few times but usually you would look away real quick, embarrassed. The few seconds you did see his eyes though you noticed how interesting and beautiful of a shape they had and how childish they looked in a way. Usually he would either be playing a game on his phone or napping, which got him to miss his stop a few times. It would make a lot of curse words come out of him, which would make you giggle and make Lilith give the young boy a lesson about the meaning of curse words and how they are not the way to go. It was one of the only times you heard his voice. Except for the rare times he would have his earphones plugged in and he would quietly be seeing along to the lyrics of the song that he was listening to. The first time it happened it completely caught you off guard, it was rather quiet in the train, the only thing being heard was the typing of Lucy on her laptop and George and Lilith quietly whispering to each other while the rain was ticking against the windows. That’s when you heard the most unique and beautiful sounding voice sing along to a song you never heard of before but immediately googled as soon as you had access to Wi-Fi. You didn’t dare to look at him even once, afraid that if he would notice you were listening and he would stop. So you kept quiet, closed your eyes and laid your head against the window while his voice mixed in with the rain, soothing you and making you drift off into a slumber. That was the first time you missed your stop and was late for work.

Today he was back at playing his game, his tanned fingers clicking here and there, his hair covering his concentrated face while his tongue was sticking out of his mouth slightly. You were about to take off your jacket because you noticed how hot you were again, when you noticed you had already done that. That is.. strange. You shook the feeling off and decided to just stare out of the window, maybe that would cool you down. The sound of the door of the compartment opening and closing in the background as you looked at the outside world zooming by you, it was probably the conductor checking for tickets. You felt in your right pocket of your jeans to make sure your ticket was there and it was, so you got back to relaxing. The sound of heels ticking against the floor, it made you think of your mom when she would go out to a bar, already quite wasted before even leaving the house. A shiver went down your spine thinking about the memory. You despised the sound more than anything, so you couldn’t be happier when it had stopped.

‘Mind if I sit here?’ Startled you turned your head to look at the tall and stunning woman standing next to the seat your jacket was lying down on. She gave you the brightest smile you had ever seen except for Lilith’s and you couldn’t help but nod in confusion as you took the jacket of the stool and instead placed it on your lap. Quietly she sat down and it stayed quiet for a few more minutes. She probably just wanted some peace and quiet, that’s why she maybe came to this compartment. This was one of the more quiet ones, the others either consisted of business people or teenagers. So you decided to give her that peace and quiet and stared outside the window again. ‘My name is Savannah. Nice to meet you.’ Even more startled then the first time you turned around to look at her and the hand she extended for you to shake. Which you did, while greeting her back. ‘Nice to meet you Savannah, I’m Y/N.’ Again she smiled as brightly as ever. ‘So, what brings you on this train today, y/n?’ Her hand went through her short and curly, blonde hair. ‘Work.’ You smiled sadly. She noticed. ‘You don’t like your work?’ Were you really going to explain that to this stranger you just met? ‘Not really, long story. What about you? What brings you here?’ You decided to keep it simple and switch the spotlight on her. ‘Same as you.’ But she seemed happy saying it. ‘I work in a social and psychological field.’ She answered a question you never asked, however you still nodded, actually quite interested, there was something about this woman that you couldn’t place your finger on. ‘I study people and their behaviour. While doing that I mostly ask one question.’ A pause, her eyes piercing trough yours, like they were waiting on something. It was almost uncomfortable. ‘And that question is?’ You decided to ask so she continued on with her story. ‘What kind of person are you?’ Another nod from your side, this time more confused. Suddenly she scooted a little closer and looked out the window for a quick second before bringing her glance back to you. ‘Let’s do an experiment! Let’s say.. hypothetically I asked you to do something that affects someone in this train but doesn’t have any effect on you.’ ‘And what do I have to do?’ ‘It’s simple. There is a person on this train who doesn’t belong here and has something they shouldn’t have. They are carrying a bag, you don’t know what it looks like. The only thing you have to do is find them.’ Your confusion grew even bigger. ‘Why would I do that?’ A chuckle escaped her lips. ‘There is a reward in return.’ ‘What kind of reward?’ Her blue eyes scanned around the room, trying to find a person who heard you being a bit too loud while asking that question. After finding no one her face came even closer to yours. ‘In the bathroom in the second wagon is 75 thousand dollars. The money is yours if you do that one little thing.’ You blinked once, twice. ‘You said hypothetically.’ ‘One little thing, nothing more. You only have to find them.’ ‘Nothing more?’ ‘Nothing more.’ You bit your lip. Was this some sort of prank? A few minutes ago you didn’t even know of the existence of this woman and now she was offering you to find this person in exchange for so much money. If you had been in the right mind you would have said no to such a dumb offer, what were they going to do with that person either way and how would you even find them, would there even be money? But it still sounded attempting, very even. You could pay for your brothers college and maybe even move out with him, to a save and better place for him to grow up. You could maybe even find another job. Very tempting. You could just check the bathroom and see if she was right, if so you could just take the money and go and never come back and if she was lying you could just go on with your day and have a new experience with a crazy lady in your memory frame.

The speakers announced that it had arrived at one of the stops. Savannah got up. ‘Looks like it’s my stop. You have until the next stop to decide. Don’t tell anyone about this deal or there will be consequences.’ She walked off but halted before the doors of the compartment and turned around to ask you the question one more time.

‘What kind of person are you?’

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I was tagged by @tracylorde !

1. What would you get arrested for on the Ark?

I have no idea. I anger easily when I’m stressed, and the Ark was a pretty stressful environment, so I guess I could see myself losing my temper and assaulting someone ?

2. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground?

No way. Nothing could justify condemning to death all the people living on the Ark. Also, Bellamy was acting like a douche in the first few episodes, so I would have gone against him just for the sake of annoying him, because I’m petty.

3. What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..)

A panther.

4. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be?

Anya, she was cool and interesting and I’m in love with Dichen Lachman and also she should have banged Clarke.

5. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they?

Clarke, Bellamy, Raven, Miller and Emori.

6. Minty or Briller?

Briller ! I’m still sad we lost Bryan, I really enjoyed his character.

7. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? (example: Octavia=Okteivia…just make it up!):

I don’t think my name would change. Maybe it would lose an e ? Like just Morgan. I think Clarke’s name in Trigedasleng is Klak, so I guess I could lose an r too. Mogan ? ... yeah that’s ugly as fuck

8. Thoughts on Finn?

Meh. I was sad when he died but mostly for Raven and Clarke’s sake. He’s just not the type of character that I really enjoy or pay attention to. I also despise love triangles and he was the cause of that stupid plotline in season 1. Actually I hate it so much, that the terrible Raven/Finn/Clarke love triangle to this day remains the main reason season 1′s my least favorite season of the show.

9. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does?

No, I’m really paranoid, I wouldn’t take the chip without knowing exactly what it is. I’m just really not a trusting person, everything and everyone is shady until proven ... un-shady. Is that a word ? If it’s not, I’m making it a word. You’re welcome, engligh language.

10. What character do you relate to most & what character do you like the least not including the obvious ones like Pike, etc…

I don’t know ... It’s hard to relate to these characters, in a fully honest way, because they have to go through really extreme situations, and I can’t be sure I would act like them. But ... I don’t know. Maybe Monty ? Or Clarke ?

And the character I like the least ... I don’t usually have really strong negative feelings against any character on the show. It depends on their storylines, like, if what a character does is boring to me, I’m going to lose interest and I’ll find them less likable. For instance, last season my least favorite characters were Roan, Octavia, Echo and Illian because their storylines were not very engaging.

11. Describe your delinquent outfit:

Black pants, black tank top, black bomber jacket, black boots.

12. Favorite type of mutant animal?

The Invisible Giant Water Snake from the pilot.

13. What would your job be on the Ark?

Probably a teacher.

14. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked it?

I’d do anything for Clarke.

15. If Lexa wasn’t Heda, then who would make the best commander? Anya ! She was smart, respected among the grounders AND she wasn’t against forming an alliance with Skaikru. If I have to pick a character who is alive, probably Indra or Gaia.

16. If you were a grounder, then where would you live and who would be your mentor? Well, I have to live by the ocean or I die on the inside so ... Whatever clan lives by the ocean ? Not Floukru, because I’m not really into their isolationist ways, and I’ve lived on an island before, and it’s not that great. I don’t think I’d want a mentor, I believe in getting shit done by myself.

17. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty?

Based on my self-loathing & guilt issues, I think my hallucinations would be like the ones Bellamy had, like a best-of of all the people I’ve let down in my entire life telling me how much I suck.

18. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime?

Oh boy. Well. She was very young. I don’t think locking her up would have helped. Maybe for a few weeks, to calm things down at camp a little. Then I would have kept an eye on her, checked on her every day to try and determine if she was a danger to herself and/or others. I don’t know. It’s a difficult question.

19. Who should be the Chancellor, if anyone?

Kane’s fine.

20. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities (example: Maya’s Ipod). What is the one thing you would snatch while there?

Running water.

21. Do you think you’d have caught the virus spread through camp or would you have been immune like Octavia?

I rarely get sick, so maybe not.

22. What would your grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint?

I don’t think I’d want a tattoo, so maybe I’d be a spy, to avoid being marked by my clan ? If I had to get a tattoo, it would probably be something discreet. I got a triskellion necklace when I was a kid that I’m really attached to, so maybe a hyper-stylistic triskellion on my neck or something.

Short hair.

No war paint, I wouldn’t be a warrior.

23. Favorite quote?

“You don’t ease pain. You overcome it.”

24. Can you forgive Murphy for his actions? How about Bellamy?

As a viewer, yes.

25. If one of the characters was in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning?

Clarke. She’s sneaky, plans ahead but she’s also good at thinking on her feet, always remains calm and collected. Raven would have a good shot too, but her temper would be her downfall.

26. Least favorite ship? Favorite ship? NOT INCLUDING CLEXA OR BELLARKE.

I don’t have strong opinions on ships, honestly, so it’s kinda hard to pick a least favorite one but ... I guess whatever happened between Octavia and Illian last season was ... not offending or anything but pretty much a waste of screentime.

My favorite would be maybe Kabby ? Again, I really don’t care about the romantic subplots.

27. A song that should be included in the next season, like when Radioactive was?

I would loooove a Fallout reference, like Skeeter Davis’ The End of the World, or I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire. Or Clarke could have Pistol Packing Mama as a theme song. OR DION’S THE WANDERER. OK NOW I WANT THIS BADLY.

28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time?

Play video games. It was a cool bunker so it had video games.

29. Opinion on Emori? Roan?

Emori’s cool. She really grew on me, and I like that type of character, you know the outsider, she was rejected by her society but she survived and became really strong and resourceful. I admire her.

I don’t care about Roan.

30. Would you want to be an extra that is killed off in a brutal way?

Nope.

31. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of?

Gaia !

32. A character you’d bang?

I’d bang everyone.

#the 100 #I did the thing !

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Great phrases by Salvador Dalí

Salvador Dalí is known for his surreal images, his pictorial skills and as an expert cartoonist. This famous Spanish artist is possibly one of the most iconic people of the twentieth century and therefore deserves all our respect and admiration.

For those who do not know his work or his person, you can know a little more about him through the following 85 famous phrases of this great artist who was Salvador Dalí. We hope you enjoy them!

1. I do not take drugs. I am a drug.

Dalí was famous for his personality, which was commonly attributed to the use of recreational drugs and hallucinogens.

2. Knowing how to look is a way of inventing.

Finding the right perspective can give us a new approach to a work of art.

3. To be interesting, one has to provoke.

Finding the feeling in the other person is what can make us interesting.

4. Freedom of any kind is the worst for creativity.

When we get distracted or socialized we are not aware of work and how to innovate in it.

5. Geniuses should never die, the progress of humanity depends on us.

Great works are the fruit of a few geniuses, and when they die their work is paralyzed forever.

6. Genius has to go over madness and madness over genius.

A typical transgressive date of Salvador Dalí trying to confuse the recipient and at the same time recognizing his own madness.

85 famous phrases by Salvador Dalí

7. I think life should be a continuous party.

Salvador Dalí was known as a very sociable man and dedicated to his own recreation.

8. Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.

Ambition can drive us to achieve goals that we would not otherwise have achieved.

9. There are some days when I think I will die from a satisfaction overdose.

A date of Dalí in which he plays with the recognition of his addictions and the pleasure he feels at that moment.

10. A great wine requires a madman to grow the vine, a wise man to watch over it, a lucid poet to do it, and a lover to drink it.

Here Dalí tells us about the entire course of a wine's life and the men who accompany it.

11. I believe that the moment is near when, by an active and paranoid thinking method, it is possible to systematize the confusion and contribute to the total discredit of the world of reality.

A very surreal phrase without a doubt of this genius of surrealism that was Dalí.

12. One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have baptized as 'reality' is an illusion even greater than the world of dreams.

85 famous phrases by Salvador Dalí

Reality is nothing more than what we perceive by our senses, it does not represent the totality of what surrounds us.

13. Give me two hours a day of activity, and I will follow the other twenty-two in dreams.

Dalí tells us here how he enjoys his particular dreamworld because it inspired him.

14. It is easy or impossible.

Without a doubt, a very transgressive date, making the complicated easy can be our duty or otherwise it may be impossible.

15. It is not necessary for the public to know if I am joking or if I am serious, just as I don't need to know.

Dalí tells us about his spontaneity and how he does not even know how he feels in each moment.

16. The first man to compare a young woman's cheeks with a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot.

The one who invents something is the true genius, on the contrary, who repeats it is worthless as a person.

17. New skin, new earth! And a land of freedom, if that is possible! I chose the geology of a land that was new to me.

Dalí tells us about his need to find himself beyond where he was.

18. I am doing things that inspire me with deep emotion and I am trying to paint honestly.

Dalí performed with his works what filled him most, he was undoubtedly a born artist.

19. Don't worry about being modern. Unfortunately, it is the only thing that, whatever you do, cannot be avoided.

Being too transgressive can sometimes harm us, but it is also what makes us unique and different.

20. Picasso is a painter, like me; Picasso is Spanish, like me; Picasso is a communist, I am not.

Dalí shows us in this quote a part of his deep enmity with Pablo Picasso, also an icon of the same era.

21. Just as I am surprised that a bank employee never eats a check, I am also surprised that no painter before me ever thought of painting a soft clock.

Dalí tells us in this quote about one of his most famous works: The persistence of memory.

85 famous phrases by Salvador Dalí

22. When the creations of a genius collide with the mind of a layman, and produce an empty sound, there is no doubt that he is in error.

Many times understanding the works of a genius is complicated for people who don't have that genius.

23. Drawing is the honesty of art.

Drawing is a very simple and at the same time very honest way to translate our art on a canvas.

24. I want to perceive and understand the hidden powers and laws of things, to have them in my possession.

Dalí's search for constant innovation led him to a permanent search for himself.

25. The difference between false and true memories is the same as for jewels: it is always false that seems more real, the brightest.

When something is too good to be true it is usually because it is simply not true.

26. Life is too short to go unnoticed.

We must live intensely and take advantage of every minute of our lives to be our best version.

27. Wars have never hurt anyone except people who die.

Wars have always been one of the worst stages in the lives of all men, including Salvador Dalí.

28. Take me, I am the drug; Take me, I'm the hallucinogen.

Dalí always represented himself in this way, he was the drug.

29. Beauty must be edible, or nothing at all.

There is also beauty in the food around us, if we observe enough we can see beauty in almost everything.

30. If you refuse to study anatomy, the arts of drawing and perspective, the mathematics of aesthetics and the science of color, let me tell you that this is more a sign of laziness than genius.

Art design can be a science that can take us years to know and master.

31. Very little of what could happen happens.

Undoubtedly, in life many more things could happen than we really end up happening.

32. There comes a time in the life of every person in which he realizes that he loves me.

Dalí shows us here an egocentric point of himself, since all geniuses tend to be self-centered.

33. We must always remember that the Chinese Revolution was not a peasant revolution, but of the extreme right.

A revolution can be seen in very different ways depending on the prism from where we see it.

34. Every morning when I wake up, I experience an exquisite joy, the joy of being Salvador Dalí, and I wonder in ecstasy: What wonderful things is this Salvador Dalí going to do today?

Salvador Dalí showing off his particular sense of humor, something very particular about this genius.

35. All my knowledge of both science and religion, I incorporate into the classical tradition of my paintings.

Dalí incorporated into his works everything that went through his mind, topics such as religion and science going through many others.

36. There are only two bad things that can happen to you in life, being Pablo Picasso or not being Salvador Dalí.

Between these two contemporary geniuses, there was always a deep rivalry, as the public always tended to compare them.

37. I will be a genius, and the world will admire me. Maybe I will be despised and misunderstood, but I will be a genius, a great genius, because I am sure of it.

Dalí was aware that he was not equal to others and that for that reason he would be remembered as a genius, perhaps they would not understand him but his work would endure.

38. The problem with today's youth is that one is no longer part of it.

Dalí, with this phrase, showed us that he was already aware that his years of fullness had already passed.

39. God is just another artist, like me.

Dalí tells us here about this peculiar way of seeing the figure of God, somewhat eccentric just like his own person. One of Salvador Dalí's most repeated phrases.

40. Getting fond of money as I like it is nothing less than mystical. Money is a glory.

Money can be something very important in anyone's life, and Dalí needed him to maintain his lifestyle.

41. Cannibalism is one of the most obvious manifestations of tenderness.

A very characteristic quote that Dalí's famous black humor teaches us.

42. Talk about Dalí, even for good.

Although they speak ill of us it is always positive that they do so, because that shows that they are pending our movements by admiration or envy.

43. Each of the two halves is exactly attached to the other half, in the same way that Gala was attached to me ... Everything opens and closes and interrelates precisely.

Dalí tells us about Gala here, who was his life partner and his muse.

44. I use the words you have taught me. If they mean nothing, teach me others. Or let me shut up.

Dalí shows us in this quotation his way of seeing the relationships between people and his personal character.

45. An elegant woman is a woman who despises you and who does not have low hair on her arms.

Possibly, on this date, Dalí tells us about his personal tastes or what attracted him to his wife.

46. It is better to have loved and lost than to have to wash twenty kilos of clothes a week.

Dalí hated routine and laziness, I always lead a very bohemian lifestyle.

47. Everyone should eat hashish, but only once.

Dalí was famous for being an avid drug user, with whom he reached a trance state that later embodied in his works.

48. When I paint, the sea roars. While others only splash in a bathtub.

Dalí's way of painting is a reflection of his chaotic soul and his emotions in full bloom.

49. To have respect in society, it is good to have the talent to kick the society you live in the right shin. After that, be a snob.

To achieve the status of genius it is essential to have a great talent, Dalí was undoubtedly one of the most talented authors of the twentieth century.

50. Instead of stubbornly trying to use surrealism for subversion purposes, it is necessary to try to make surrealism something solid, complete and classic.

Surrealism was one of the genres that Dalí played most and he owes some of his most famous works to him, the respect Dalí had for this genre is clear.

51. Repulsion is the sentinel who takes care of the door of everything we most desire.

Something can be disgusting to us until we really do it, once we are in it it can be perhaps as pleasant.

52. If you understand your painting before it is finished, then you better not finish it.

A work is finished at the moment we decide, not a second before or one after.

53. People put me in jail, and my life became divine. Magnificent!.

Dalí's eccentric personality may never cease to surprise us.

54. To awaken my fervor, it was necessary to offer me something that I liked. Once my appetite returned, I became really hungry.

Dalí, like everyone else, needed to find inspiration by external means and when he got it he exploited it to the fullest.

55. Since I don't smoke, I decided to let my mustache grow is better for my health.

Without a doubt, Salvador Dalí's mustache was one of his most characteristic features and with which everyone identifies him.

56. Progressive art can help people learn, not only about the objective forces of society, but also about the social character of their inner life.

The art we do is an expression of the artist's personality and how he expresses it.

57. What is television for the man who can only see places that are accessible to the eye and never seen?

Television was a great change in the twentieth century and Dalí always preferred his own inner world.

58. I dedicate this novel to Gala, who was always by my side while writing it, who became the fairy of my balance, who took the salamanders out of my doubts.

Gala was the muse and wife of Salvador Dalí, was a source of inspiration throughout his life.

59. Without a doubt, I place Freud along with the heroes. He stripped the Jewish people of the greatest and most influential of all Heroes: Moses.

Dalí speaks to us in this quote from Sigmund Freud and his work in the field of psychoanalysis, without a doubt he discovered a new way of understanding the human mind.

60. It is obvious when my enemies, my friends, and the general public pretend not to understand the meaning of the images that arise and that I transcribe in my paintings.

Salvador Dalí's works have always been a source of debate and controversy, as these can be seen from many different points of view.

61. Since the French Revolution, a vicious and cretinic tendency to consider a genius as a human being equal in every way to others has developed.

Salvador Dalí considered himself different from the rest, his work demonstrated this during his career as an artist and after his death.

62. Where is the real? Every appearance is fallacious, the visible surface is deceptive. I look at my hand. They are nerves, muscles, bones. Let's go deeper: they are molecules and acids.

What we really are as individuals is not visible to the naked eye, the person we are as a whole is much more complicated to understand. Another of Salvador Dalí's great phrases.

63. The pleasure of the flesh can only be satisfied if a particular dimension is created, a kind of stereoscopic phenomenon, an imaginary hologram as real as reality is.

Dalí tells us in this quote about interpersonal relationships and how they need an environment conducive to their proper development.

64. I can project myself in my little internal cinema. I free myself through a secret escape from attempts to besiege my own soul.

Our thoughts can lead us to the search for the person we really are through our mind.

65. Murder is closer to heaven, because after becoming "memories of our conscience," you pray, heaven opens, and the angels say: Good morning!

Salvador Dalí's peculiar personality allowed him to obtain a unique point of view of things that happened to him or surrounded him.

66. I think I am a better writer than a painter, and in this, I agreed with my father. The important thing about my writing is not the style, nor the syntax, nor the discursive resources. The important thing about my writing is simply what I say, and the day will come when that will be accepted.

Dalí was aware that he was a genius perhaps outside of his time, that over time his work would be understood and valued even more than they did at that time.

67. Eroticism, hallucinogenic drugs, nuclear science, Gothic architecture of Gaudí, my love for gold ... there is a common denominator in all that: God is present in everything. The same magic is at the heart of all things, and all paths lead to the same revelation: we are the children of God, and the whole universe tends towards the perfection of humanity.

Dalí had a particular way of understanding the concept of God that also reflected in some of his works.

68. Now sexual obsessions are the basis of artistic creation. The accumulated frustration leads to what Freud calls the sublimation process. Anything that does not take place erotically is sublimated in the work of art.

Eroticism has always been a source of inspiration for numerous artists and a way of expressing their most primitive ideas or thoughts.

69. I tried sex once with a woman and that woman was Gala. It was overrated. I tried sex once with a man and that man was the famous minstrel Federico García Lorca (the Spanish surrealist poet). It was very painful.

Dalí, throughout his life, experimented with everything he thought he had to explore and that led him to live all kinds of experiences.

70. The true painter is one who is capable of painting extraordinary scenes in the middle of an empty desert. The true painter is one who can patiently paint a pear surrounded by the tumults of history.

The painter who manages to stand out for his works is one who achieves a particular point of view that differentiates him from the rest of the people.

71. Today, the taste for defect is such that only imperfections and especially ugliness seem great. When a Venus looks like a toad, the pseudo contemporary esthetes exclaim: It's strong, it's human!

During the twentieth century art changed with respect to what was considered art long ago, and Dalí did not feel represented by the way of understanding the art of the time in which he was.

72. Every time I lose a bit of sperm I am totally convinced that I have wasted it. I always feel guilty after ... Since, for starters, I'm not so helpless.

Dalí in quotes like this shows that he reflected on absolutely everything that happened to him, his mind never stopped working.

73. I need all these sudden images that are presented to me from my past and that form the factory of what my whole life is.

Dalí's inspiration was often given by memories of his life that later embodied in his works.

74. I am surrealism.

Undoubtedly Dalí was one of the greatest exponents of surrealism, without his figure this genre would never have reached the high levels of popularity it reached.

75. I categorically refuse to consider that surrealism is another literary artistic group. I think they were able to free man from the tyranny of the "practical and rational" world.

Dalí's particular vision of surrealism is something that always characterized his work and that he understood as a genre without rational barriers.

76. Surrealism served as a demonstration that total sterility and attempts at automation have gone too far and have led to a totalitarian system.

In this quote, Dalí tells us about surrealism and how it is outside the limits of conventional art.

77. One might think that through ecstasy we enter a world far from reality and dreams. The disgusting become desirable, the affection in cruelty, the ugly in beautiful, etc.

The dream world in which Dalí often immersed himself showed him a different way of seeing the reality that surrounded him.

78. The daily life of a genius, his dream, his digestion, his nails, his colds, his blood, his life, and his death are essentially different from those of the rest of humanity.

Dalí understood that geniuses were people made of other pasta and that they showed it in all facets of life.

79. Youth need difficulties to get things done. If you receive some money for this, some money for that, everything becomes mediocre and collapses.

During our youth, it is positive to be able to fight to reach our goals because with that we learn to value what we achieve.

80. There is only one thing more exasperating than a wife who knows how to cook but does not, and that would be a wife who does not know how to cook but does.

Dalí as in all aspects of his life had a very special relationship with his wife and this is a quotation of how he saw that relationship.

81. I always carry with me a cigarette case adorned with jewels where, instead of tobacco, there are little Adolphe Menjou-style mustaches. I offer them but nobody dares to take one.

Salvador Dalí's sense of humor was always very peculiar.

82. The famous soft watches are nothing more than the tender, extravagant, lonely and paranoid-critical Camembert of time and space.

The way Dalí narrated one of his great works shows us his different way of thinking and understanding his own art.

83. I was never an average student. He seemed refractory to any teaching and seemed like he could be really dumb or that he could surprise with an amazing job.

The geniuses have always stood out in certain areas and have been disastrous in others, since the particular way of genius to understand what surrounds them involves this type of problem.

84. Before entering prison, I was nervous and anxious. I didn't know if I should paint or, perhaps, make a poem, go to the movies or go to the theater.

If we were to go to jail all the people could get nervous and Dalí did not know at that moment what to devote his last moments of freedom.

85. Dalí is a magnificent painter, but in real life, he is an amazing clown - usually more interesting for everyone.

Dalí stood out both for his work and for his person, his personality made this genius someone very dear and who we still marvel at.

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becausehesmyteacher · 7 years

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Journal 03.07.17

LATE ASF IM AWARE So I dreamt of B again, we were sitting on the school bleachers just talking about anime and hockey and everything we havent been able to catch up on. It was amazing, so amazing i wasnt even sad when i woke up instead i was smiling while reminiscing about him. I attended classes as normal; nothing out of the usual happened. I mean during 9th period i stepped out to "go to the restroom" but i actually had to make a few calls to my dad and grandparents to make sure they were at school when it ended bc the school we were playing against was 30 minutes away and the game started 30 minutes after school. To make this clear, I was desperate to go to this game as it was where B is currently teaching and it was a chance to see him; Hes always putting it out there that he likes it way better at my school than where he was hired. Last year was his first year teaching so we were practically his first years. Too bad he got laid off at the end of last year so found a job at a nearby-ish school. So I took the long ride to the school, my grandmother doesn't like the freeway so we took the longest route possible. Luckily, I still got there on time, actually 4 minutes were still left before the game actually began when i stepped into the gym. Before that I was wandering around trying to find the gym since it wasnt labeled atop the door like my school and man the school is beautiful! I wondered how B could despise this place compared to my school. The quad was clean, the field was nearly 2x bigger than ours, and the gym is nicely set up. When I walked in there I saw the coaches who also happen to be my former teachers and right beside them on the bench was B! My heart swelled even if he was so far. I tried to act like i didnt notice when I sat on the far end of the gym. He got up and sat on the opposite end so I was staring at him for probably 30 seconds while asking myself "Am I gutsy? Am i gutsy enough to do that?" As i pondered the idea of going to say hi or perhaps even sitting besides him. I did. I got a burst of courage, Ill most likely never see him again I might as well take the chance. I stepped down from the bleachers and walked to the side that was closest to the doors. When my eyes landed on him I noticed he looked prominently different. When i had him last year he always kept his hair gelled up and his scruff shaved. But now he slicks back his hair and grew out his scruff to a beard. Not duck dynasty long but long enough for it to appear as a beard. I yelled him name and he looked over and he smiled. A smile i havent seen in nearly half a year. It was honestly the most beautiful thing ive seen in a while. I sat beside him and fist bumped him asking how he was doing. He say he was "eh" and in turn asked how Im doing as well. I said this year sucks, and that i hate it. His face contorted to look really concerned and asked whats the matter. I smiled and just wrote it off. Remember how I said this school was beautiful compared to my own? Well i confronted him about it and he went "Sure the school LOOKS nice but the kids are something else..." We both laughed at that and oh man I missed that. I missed us having moments together. The game started and he went "GO (my school)!!" His coworkers sighed, like theyve heard that repeatedly on a day to day basis. He turned to me and admitted that this was the first basketball game the whole year he attended. I asked him why if he always went when he used to teach at my school. He told me that he didnt care THAT much and its difficult since their games start nearly 2 hours after the end of school. At my school its only 30 minutes after. Kind of sad considering its a playoff game and its end of regular season. But Im glad he attended this one, its the only away game i considered attending for the sake of seeing him again. Throughout the game we talked about the players and how he had most of them, anime, and sports (ah fitting, no?). He remembered every single students he had on the team, he even texted the coaches to tell them to put his former students on the team. I couldnt tell if he was joking or not because he pulled out his phone and text messaging app but i turned away to keep from being nosy. I dont know how but i found a way to bring up how i finished a couple anime over a few weeks. He also finished a mutual anime and it turns out hes finishing up an anime i barely started. It has like 750 episodes fucken nerd i swear. I changed subject and poked fun at him and asked whats the difference between the students at my school and the ones over here. He sighed and was frank, "The kids here have no personality! They dont care about anything! Not sports, not video games, not anime! Like at your school you guys at least liked SOMETHING. You know how we have spirit week right? Well one of the days was sports day and barely anyone wore anything! Even on the Superbowl day no one cared!" I was surprised he cared that much about how students act, enough to be surprised no one cared for a sport he didnt enjoy. He rambled on and told me in highschool he used to play baseball and was the pitcher. He told me he hasnt really played since then so his aim must be bad but man that image of him as a baseball player is so cool. He is so cool. We talked about basketball (we were attending one after all) and i told him about how i played on an opposing team against these girls after school for fun and that theyre scary and aggresive even if theyre your friends. He laughed and agreed, he said that if he played these girls he would probably lose as well. That was the main points i could remember but we talked about miscellaneous things throughout and inbetween. I loved every second, his voice is the most beautiful thing ive heard in my life. And before I knew it the game was over, we lost by about 20 points, we were out of the playoffs. I shouldve been sad or frustrated but i wasnt! I walked down the bleachers with him with a smile on both of our faces. We stood in front of the bleachers and my current english teacher came up to us and joined our conversation. She laughed when she saw him and teased at him beard and hair. I wouldve been jealous but shes a middle aged woman that is married with children versus him whose single and in his 20s. I fist bumped her as well and i joked about "humanization" (a dumb joke about a meeting the teachers had about how if you interact with the students like handshakes or fistbumps will """humanize""" us students) B didnt get it so my english teacher explained and he was like "thats dumb lmao" and hes just the cutest man. We all talked for a bit before parting ways. He went out the side entrance and I went out the front entrance but just before we hit the door i saw him glacing at me before i looked back at him and waved my hand up high and yelled "It was nice seeing you B!" and he yelled back waving that it was nice that he saw me as well. I walked out and called my parents but couldnt come for another hour or so since they were at a casino that was a far distance. So i decided to explore the school since it was so pretty. I circled the building and i was singing loudly because i was so happy. I reached the back entrance and I made eye contact with a couple making out who was just staring at me because i was signing so loudly. I went silent for like 3 seconds then burst into laughter and yelled out "WHO CARES??" to myself and I began singing again. I never felt this content in my life. I reached the field and stood in one of the baseball fields they had and imagined B pitching a ball. I held onto that image for a while, there was no one in the field afterall so I was alone in my thoughts. I finally got up after a while and walked around the field and i was still bursting with energy due to being so overfilled with happiness i began running laps! Laps! You guys dont understand how un-athletic i am and to run laps voluntarily is rare. I ended up running 2 and a half laps. When i got tired i flopped down in the middle of the field and looked at the stars since it was practically night now. You could see more stars on this side of town than where i lived. It was amazing. I picked up one of those wish flowers and blew it with nothing in mind. This was the first time I couldnt think of anything to wish for. All ive been wishing for for these past months came true and i was the happiest girl alive at the moment. I whispered to him as if he were beside me, "I'm in love with you." I could swear my heart swelled 10x as big today. I havent seen him in months, 5 months to be exact, and seeing him revived feelings that were always going strong but just needed that little spark. Today the little spark was ignited. And i cant stop smiling now.

#journal #b #teacher crush #teacher crush community #tc #tcc #sorry for putting it in these tag guys but i hope you guus understand how happy I am right now #plus this journal was only supposed to be like 4 paragraphs but i got caught up in the memories

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dracimalfoy1988292 · 3 years

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(ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 43: ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛᴏ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀ)

Christmas had gone by already, a blur of ice skating, Frosty the Snowman, baking cookie after cookie, and wrapping gifs until Valentine's fingertips ached.

This Christmas had been unforgettable, that was for sure. James and Valentine had agreed on not getting to expensive gifts, so she'd gotten him a golden snitch signed by his favorite quidditch player. He'd gotten her small scrap book, filled with tiny notes, letters, and pictures taken over the span of their relationship and friendship.4

Valentine was especially excited for tonight, however, as her and her parents were all getting ready in preparation for the New Years party James and his family was throwing.1

She'd taken care getting ready, deciding on leaving her hair natural rather than straightening it, and she dressed in a long-sleeve black shirt, a silver dress atop it, spaghetti straps to hold it around her shoulders, the dress ending mid-thigh.

She hadn't seen James in almost two weeks, and she was extremely excited to visit him, and from the letters James had sent, he felt the same.

After the last night before leaving on the Hogwarts express, James and Valentine had grown closer, if even possible.

Valllll,

My handwriting is worse than usual. I'm shaking. You know why I'm shaking? Because I'm meeting your father.4

The father that literally wants me dead. The father that already hates me.

What if he hates me and bans us from dating? What if he absolutely despises me and kills me right then? Oh, Merlin, maybe I'm sick.

Yep. I'm scheduled to be sick tonight, around eight pm. Looks like you can't come over anymore! Man, that sucks!5

(Okay you can come just not your parents pretty please)

Love,

James <31

P.s. leave your parents. Leave them. Please.1

P.s.s. I miss you. I'm excited to see you. I wanna hug you.

P.s.s.s. Don't miss your parents. Not excited to see your parents. Don't wanna hug your parents.

Valentine snorted and re-folded the paper, setting it safely back into the drawer where she saved all the other letters she'd received from him.

"Vallie, time to go! I'm very eager!"

Valentine rolled her eyes, but she stood nonetheless, gathering her things as she walked down the hall. Both her parents were already at the front door, ready to go.

"Excited to see Jamal, Valentine?"34

"It's James, dad. And yes, I am."

"Of course you are," Thomas dramatically squealed, pinching her cheeks. "I can only imagine how hard these two weeks have been for you."

Valentine scoffed, maneuvering her way past him and outside, where a chilled breeze flew past her.

The car ride was full of bickering and her mother attempting to sing so she could shut up both her husband and daughter. It only worked in providing them with headaches.

After Valentine's father had managed to get lost not once, not twice, but three times, the family of three had finally pulled into the driveway.

"Look, everyone's here already," Samantha acknowledged, grabbing her purse as she pushed open the door.

"What did you expect when you let him drive," Valentine murmured, jutting her thumb in the direction of her father.1

"You best be glad I turned when I saw that pond! I could've driven right in, and boom! No more boyfriend," Thomas fired back.4

"Yeah, no more living, either," Valentine reminded, stepping out. She looked up, taking in the house before her. It was definitely big, with a wrap around porch and large yard. She could imagine a young James Potter running through the grass on a training broom, throwing around the quaffle with his parents.4

Valentine automatically smiled, and she walked ahead, her parents striding behind her and she walked up the white-washed porch steps, firmly knocking on the door to state her presence.

On the other side there was silence, then an array of shouts and stomps.

"Move your arse, Padfoot! It's my girlfriend!" Someone shouted, then a loud 'thump!' hit the floor, followed by loud laughter, and the door swung open. Sirius Black was the first in line, and he held his arms wide open, a huge, startlingly white smile devouring his face.18

"Red!" He announced, and he practically jumped at her, smothering her in a tight hug. She laughed into the space between his head and neck, distinctively aware of a towering shadow coming nearer, and Remus joined the hug.

After pushing her way from Sirius' arms, she came out the circle, winded and ribs aching from the impact. Behind Remus' ridiculously tall body (she'd have to ask if he grew more over the break), stood James Potter.

At first his face was blanks as his eyes moved from her feet up to her head, and then a grin erupted on his face, and he wrapped his arms around Valentine's waist, far more gentler than the others, and he spun her around picking her up from her feet.

"James!" She laughed, feeling woozy and drunk off love. Still in the hug, James leaned forward, mouth next to her ear.

"You look gorgeous."16

She blushed, about to respond, but a hand enclosed around the back of her dress, slowly peeling her from James' chest and a good six feet from him.1

Valentine sighed heavily and tilted her head towards her father, who had his eyes squinted, attempting to appear intimidating.

"So, you must be the famous Jacob Potter," he said.47

James scratched the back of his neck, then held out his hand for Thomas to shake. "It's actually, James, sir."

"Don't care," Thomas interrupted, crouching down to James' height. The sudden movement caught James off guard, eyes widening as Thomas' face came closer, his nose touching James as they inspected each other.

"Dad!" Valentine scolded, going to grab Thomas, but her mum stopped her.

"Leave him alone and it'll be over sooner," Samantha whispered. Valentine crossed her arms, watching her boyfriend and father interact.

Remus and Sirius stood together behind James, Sirius' face red as he tried to withhold laughter. Remus stomped on his foot, causing a 'umph' sound to escape Sirius' lips. Peter watched throughly, as if finding this interesting.3

"How are your classes, son?" Thomas asked, voice deeper than usual.

"Erm, good?" James looked to Valentine for help. She shrugged.

"You sound unsure. Are you unsure?"

"No sir," James quickly replied. If you looked close enough, you could see a dot of sweat on his brow.

"How have you been to my daughter?"

Thomas raised an eyebrow, and Sirius stepped forward.

"He's been so absolutely generous. Really, you should ask him what they-,"18

Sirius was abruptly cut off when Remus wrapped an arm around his neck, planting the palm of his hand tight against his mouth. Sirius squeaked in surprise, not even bothering to fight as Remus dragged him backwards into the living room, out of sight. Lily stifled a laugh, watching them.5

"Good, sir," James finally answered, face red from Sirius' outburst.

"Just good?" Thomas challenged.

"Great, sir."

"Just great?"

"Phenomenal? Sir?"

"Just phenomenal?"4

"I don't think there are anymore words bigger than phenomenal to express what your daughter means to me," James said honestly. "I appreciate Valentine and our relationship more than anything, and I'd never do anything to intentionally hurt her."

Thomas finally stepped back, pleased with James' answer. Even Valentine couldn't help but feel proud.

"I heard you were the heartthrob of Hogwarts."

"You did?" James asked, eyebrows quirked as his smile turned from nervous to cocky, and he smirked at Valentine. "Well, I only have eyes for one girl, so you don't have anything to worry about."

"Cheesy," Valentine mouthed to James, though her heart skipped a beat at his words.

"Oh, you must be Valentine!"

Valentine froze as she heard James' parents approach.

James grinned before mouthing. "Your turn."16

Valentine prepared herself, but the last thing she expected was for a slightly older woman to pull her instantly into a warm embrace. Valentine, although slightly confused, sunk into the arms, smiling in acceptance.2

This is way better than being interrogated by my father. Poor Jamie.

"I've just heard so much about you! Oh, James, you were right, she is lovely!"

"Yeah," Fleamont agreed. "So why's she dating you?"28

"Monty!" Euphemia gasped, hitting her husbands chest.

Fleamont rolled his eyes but smiled. "I'm Fleamont Potter, but I'm sure James here has gushed on and on about me," Fleamont introduced, pulling his son close and ruffling his hair, earning a cry of protest from James.5

"And I'm Euphemia, but you can just call me Mia. I've been so excited to meet you ever since James told us you like baking as well. Perhaps you can teach my husband here a thing or two."

"I'm perfectly well in the kitchen, mind you!" Fleamont detested. "Although a few tips wouldn't hurt."

"It's wonderful to meet you!" Valentine honestly stated. She could see the resemblance; Euphemia and James shared the same deep, hazel eyes and nose, and Fleamont had the same unruly, dark hair as James. "As for tips in the kitchen, I'm sure my dad would love to help!"

To tell the truth, Valentine only offered this so she could get him off her and James' back. She's wanted to snog him since walking through that door, and, clearly, her father wouldn't even let them stand near each other.

Fleamont and Thomas did their man thing, shaking hands. Thomas told Fleamont some cheesy muggle joke, which Fleamont didn't understand, making the conversation painfully awkward before the two disappeared into the kitchen.8

James let out a deep breath, coming up to Valentine and lacing his hands with hers.

"We're going now, Mum!" James told Euphemia, tugging Valentine along towards the stairs.

"The door stays open!" Mia exclaimed, and James nodded, his feet stomping up the stairs in a flurry. He pulled her into his room, going against his mother's orders and gently shutting the door.

"James, I though everyone was downstairs-,"

Valentine was cut off when her back was softly pushed against the door, James' lips pressed firm and sweet against her own. Her hands, in instinct, went to his shoulder blades, pulling him closer. His tongue grazed hers, a mix between a sigh and moan escaping James, vibrating against her lips when she pulled at his hair.

One of James' hands slipped under Valentine's knee, pulling it up and hooking it around his waist. His other hand grabbed at her waist, playing with the hem of her dress.

"I... really missed you," James mumbled through the kiss, his breath like cinnamon. His glasses were cold against her face, and he broke away for a short second, taking them off and tossing them on his desk.

"I can tell," Valentine commented, walking backwards when James moved her from the door, and the two stumbled towards the bed, nearly tripping on various pairs of shoes. Valentine's calves hit the bed, and she sat on the mattress.

James watched her for a second before he stood between her legs, bending over and moving his hands through her hair as he snogged her.

"Where are you bitches at- oh."32

James and Valentine basically flew apart, James jumping halfway across the room in fear her father had come back to finish him off for good. She took the time to glance around the room, looking at the multiple quidditch posters and Gryffindor paraphernalia hung on the walls. She finally looked at the door, sighing at the sight of Macey, who leaned against the door frame with a dirty smirk.

"Well, Happy New Years to you two as well. You really couldn't wait to jump each other's bones, huh?"

Valentine bit her lip, smiling as she stood up, but Macey held up her hand.

"Under normal circumstances I'd hug you, but I dunno where your hands have been, so let's maintain a distance," Macey decided, earning a chuckle from James.

"Thanks to your interruption, she was unable to put her hands anywhere."

Macey faked a gag. "Whatever. Come downstairs already, we've got a bit of a problem."

"Merlin, what did my dad do?"

"Nothing, surprisingly. All our parents are merry and well in the kitchen, drinking and laughing. Good thing none of them found you in that," Macey swirled her hands. "Position."

Then she turned, headed down the stairs. James let out a dramatic wail, smoothing his shirt from where it had been wrinkled. Valentine paused before exiting as well, licking her thumb and pressing it to the corner of James' mouth.

"You have some lipstick there," she told him, wiping the makeup away. James nodded, pressing a peck to her jaw before leading her back towards the living room.2

And, indeed, there was an incident. Sirius, who seemed more than displeased, banged on an invisible border lining the hall. Besides him was Remus, who seemed both flustered and annoyed.

And above them both was a piece of magical mistletoe, and it trapped them. The rule was that if two people were stuck underneath the mistletoe, they couldn't leave until they kissed.30

Valentine could sense this wouldn't end well. James seemed excited, though.

"This is rubbish!" Sirius pouted, hands on his hips and a frown pulling at his lips. "There's got to be a way around this."

"You've got to kiss, Sirius. It's the rules, no other way," Marlene reminded him, a devilish smile on her lips.

"Someone knock it down, then! Hey, hey Valentine, come remove it!" Sirius beckons, pointing to the green plant, red berries visible as it hung from the roof.

"Just snog it out already, guys," James interjects. Sirius shoots a deadly glare at him.

"I'm not snogging my best mate, Pro-,"

Sirius didn't get to finish his sentence before Remus grabbed him by his tie, wrapping the material around his fist as he pulled Sirius to him.58

It wasn't a soft kiss, either. It was hard, demanding and passionate, like it was a long awaited thing. At first Sirius didn't kiss back, he just stood there like a board, which was almost funny, until he gave in, and Valentine felt like she was invading on a private moment for the two.8

Sirius finally managed to weasel out of Remus' hold, and they were both panting, staring wide eyes at each other as if seeing for the first time. Sirius gulped before pushing away, leaving.

Everyone stared at Remus who seemed not angry, just defeated, and he too, turned and left, in the complete opposite direction of Sirius.2

Marlene sighed before leaving, headed after Sirius. James began to move as well, but Valentine caught his wrist.

"I'll talk to Remus, okay?" She said.

"Yeah, good luck."

Valentine pursed her lips and headed after Remus. After searching four different rooms and two bathrooms, she found him on the back porch, sitting with his head in his hands.

Valentine didn't say anything as she took the seat besides him, she only rested her head against his shoulder, listening to him breath deeply.

"You know what's funny?" Remus finally asked, speaking quietly.

"What?" Valentine queried, staring at the flowers beds planted in the backyard, Remus' shoulder warm against her cheek.

"I put the mistletoe there," he admitted. "I couldn't stand him pretending to be someone he wasn't. Even if he hates me, at least it was worth it. He told me that day you saw us on the map. He told me he only ever asked Marlene out so he wouldn't be seen as a disgrace. He thinks he's a horrible person because of his family, and now because of his sexuality. He's scared, Valentine. I was too, but love is a scary thing. I'd rather be scared and love him then watch him force himself in a relationship with someone else, especially when he's hurting Marlene. Does that make me a horrible person?"12

"Love is scary," Valentine agreed. "It also makes you do stupid things. You probably shouldn't have.. outed him like that, but you're right. Sirius shouldn't use Marlene to appear straight or make you jealous. He deserves to be in love with someone he desires, just as Marlene does. Just as you do."

Remus exhaled shakily. He was crying.4

"How long? Is this why you and Lily didn't work out?"

Remus turned to look at her. "I was so mad at Sirius for the prank he pulled last year. It wasn't fair of him to use me like that, and when he was gone I couldn't even explain how pissed I was. More pissed than I should've been. That was when I realized how much I depended on him, how much I needed him. And then after I told Lily about what I was, Sirius was there for me. I realized that maybe Lily wasn't who I really wanted. I tried to deny it. A gay werewolf? Sounds like destruction in the making," Remus bitterly chuckled. Valentine tenderly reached up and swiped away a tear from his chin.3

"I love that you're a gay werewolf," she whispered, and Remus' chuckle turned into a full blown laugh.2

Valentine couldn't help but join in, the faint noise of music flowing from the house behind them.

"Do you think he hates me?" Remus finally insisted, gnawing on the inside of his cheek. His coffee colored eyes were stormy, so many thoughts wagering.

Valentine laid her hand atop his. "I think he's terrified. Not because you're a werewolf, but because of what he feels for you. I don't blame him, either. You're a great guy. You're smart, funny, responsible. Basically the complete opposite of him. If you were straight and I was single, I'd be all over you! And it's scary, because Sirius has grown up only depending on James, Peter, and you. He's most likely scared that if you and him don't work out, he'll lose you, just like his family. And he's petrified of not being accepted, just like his family. Basically, his families fucked him up emotionally, and he pretends otherwise."

"You're really good, you know that? You're a really good person. James is lucky to have you. We all are."

Valentine blushed. "I think I'm the lucky one. Now get off your arse, we're going inside. Hold your head up. Either Sirius despises you, or he wants to take you to his room and shag you. Or both. Either way, you can handle

it. You might wanna talk to Marls, though."

Valentine extended her hand, and Remus hesitated before grabbing it, allowing her to hoist him up with a groan.

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WHEN REMUS AND VALENTINE had entered the room, they were both equally shocked to find Marlene and Sirius back, both wearing smiles.

"Is that a good smile or bad smile?" Remus nervously asked.

"You're the one in love with him, shouldn't you know?" Valentine replied, and Remus shot her a look.

"Oh look who's back!" James acknowledged Valentine and Remus walking in. Sirius met his gaze with burning intensity. Remus literally let out a 'squeak'.1

Valentine spotted that Fleamont had entered the room, a look of success on his face as he sat down a tray of cookies he'd made.

"Here, dad," James said, passing a small camera to him. Fleamont rolled his eyes before he took it, urging the kids together.

Valentine shoved Remus into Sirius, and the two made contact, both burning red and looking away, although they continued to stand by each other for the photo.

Valentine found her spot wedged between Peter and James, Macey crouched down in front of them all in a model position.

They posed, James kissing her cheek as she smiled hugely, just in time for the camera to flash.

"I've gone blind," Peter complained, rubbing his eyes in misfortune. Fleamont handed the film to James before departing, heading back to the other adults.

James held it up, everyone crowding around him. Lily pointed to the funny expression Marlene had made, laughing.

After they'd all taken a good look at the photo, they split and got plates, munching on various treats laid out. James found her at the couch, sitting besides her.

"Get this, Marlene was happy to breakup. Yeah, claims she wasn't feeling it much anymore and wanted him to be happy. Told him to go for it."6

"What? That's fantastic!"

"Yeah, but now I'll have to third wheel," James grumbled.

"Oh, shut up and be happy for them. Have they even spoke yet?" Valentine looked over to where Remus and Sirius sat, so close that their legs touched, but they said nothing, both pretending nothing had changed.

"I don't think so," James denied. "But they will. In the meantime, it's almost midnight."

He stood, walking over to the record player. Checking the clock, he told everyone they only had five minutes before the new year. Then he slipped on a record.

The familiar song filled the sound, emitting nostalgic laughs from almost everyone in the room. James walked over to Valentine, two hands on her waist as she copied his actions, and they both twirled around the room, out of order and crying out whenever they stepped on each other's feet.

Valentine hummed 'Don't Go Breaking my Heart' as Elton John sang, James' nose brushing against her cheek as his forehead rested against her neck.

He suddenly spun her, causing her to laugh as he dipped her down. This specific song wasn't meant for doing the waltz, but James and Valentine attempted anyways, tuning out everything except for each other.

And when confetti, streamers, and shouts erupted, the clock striked twelve, signaling a new twelve months, and for the first time in her life, Valentine had a New Years kiss.

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Salvador Felipe Jacinto Dalí I Domènech, better known as Salvador Dalí, was a 20th-century Spanish painter, sculptor, engraver, set designer and writer, considered one of the greatest exponents of the genre called Surrealism. Great phrases by Salvador Dalí Salvador Dalí is known for his surreal images, his pictorial skills and as an expert cartoonist. This famous Spanish artist is possibly one of the most iconic people of the twentieth century and therefore deserves all our respect and admiration. For those who do not know his work or his person, you can know a little more about him through the following 85 famous phrases of this great artist who was Salvador Dalí. We hope you enjoy them! 1. I do not take drugs. I am a drug. Dalí was famous for his personality, which was commonly attributed to the use of recreational drugs and hallucinogens. 2. Knowing how to look is a way of inventing. Finding the right perspective can give us a new approach to a work of art. 3. To be interesting, one has to provoke. Finding the feeling in the other person is what can make us interesting. 4. Freedom of any kind is the worst for creativity. When we get distracted or socialized we are not aware of work and how to innovate in it. 5. Geniuses should never die, the progress of humanity depends on us. Great works are the fruit of a few geniuses, and when they die their work is paralyzed forever. 6. Genius has to go over madness and madness over genius. A typical transgressive date of Salvador Dalí trying to confuse the recipient and at the same time recognizing his own madness. 85 famous phrases by Salvador Dalí 7. I think life should be a continuous party. Salvador Dalí was known as a very sociable man and dedicated to his own recreation. 8. Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings. Ambition can drive us to achieve goals that we would not otherwise have achieved. 9. There are some days when I think I will die from a satisfaction overdose. A date of Dalí in which he plays with the recognition of his addictions and the pleasure he feels at that moment. 10. A great wine requires a madman to grow the vine, a wise man to watch over it, a lucid poet to do it, and a lover to drink it. Here Dalí tells us about the entire course of a wine's life and the men who accompany it. 11. I believe that the moment is near when, by an active and paranoid thinking method, it is possible to systematize the confusion and contribute to the total discredit of the world of reality. A very surreal phrase without a doubt of this genius of surrealism that was Dalí. 12. One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have baptized as 'reality' is an illusion even greater than the world of dreams. 85 famous phrases by Salvador Dalí Reality is nothing more than what we perceive by our senses, it does not represent the totality of what surrounds us. 13. Give me two hours a day of activity, and I will follow the other twenty-two in dreams. Dalí tells us here how he enjoys his particular dreamworld because it inspired him. 14. It is easy or impossible. Without a doubt, a very transgressive date, making the complicated easy can be our duty or otherwise it may be impossible. 15. It is not necessary for the public to know if I am joking or if I am serious, just as I don't need to know. Dalí tells us about his spontaneity and how he does not even know how he feels in each moment. 16. The first man to compare a young woman's cheeks with a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot. The one who invents something is the true genius, on the contrary, who repeats it is worthless as a person. 17. New skin, new earth! And a land of freedom, if that is possible! I chose the geology of a land that was new to me. Dalí tells us about his need to find himself beyond where he was. 18. I am doing things that inspire me with deep emotion and I am trying to paint honestly. Dalí performed with his works what filled him most, he was undoubtedly a born artist. 19. Don't worry about being modern. Unfortunately, it is the only thing that, whatever you do, cannot be avoided. Being too transgressive can sometimes harm us, but it is also what makes us unique and different. 20. Picasso is a painter, like me; Picasso is Spanish, like me; Picasso is a communist, I am not. Dalí shows us in this quote a part of his deep enmity with Pablo Picasso, also an icon of the same era. 21. Just as I am surprised that a bank employee never eats a check, I am also surprised that no painter before me ever thought of painting a soft clock. Dalí tells us in this quote about one of his most famous works: The persistence of memory. 85 famous phrases by Salvador Dalí 22. When the creations of a genius collide with the mind of a layman, and produce an empty sound, there is no doubt that he is in error. Many times understanding the works of a genius is complicated for people who don't have that genius. 23. Drawing is the honesty of art. Drawing is a very simple and at the same time very honest way to translate our art on a canvas. 24. I want to perceive and understand the hidden powers and laws of things, to have them in my possession. Dalí's search for constant innovation led him to a permanent search for himself. 25. The difference between false and true memories is the same as for jewels: it is always false that seems more real, the brightest. When something is too good to be true it is usually because it is simply not true. 26. Life is too short to go unnoticed. We must live intensely and take advantage of every minute of our lives to be our best version. 27. Wars have never hurt anyone except people who die. Wars have always been one of the worst stages in the lives of all men, including Salvador Dalí. 28. Take me, I am the drug; Take me, I'm the hallucinogen. Dalí always represented himself in this way, he was the drug. 29. Beauty must be edible, or nothing at all. There is also beauty in the food around us, if we observe enough we can see beauty in almost everything. 30. If you refuse to study anatomy, the arts of drawing and perspective, the mathematics of aesthetics and the science of color, let me tell you that this is more a sign of laziness than genius. Art design can be a science that can take us years to know and master. 31. Very little of what could happen happens. Undoubtedly, in life many more things could happen than we really end up happening. 32. There comes a time in the life of every person in which he realizes that he loves me. Dalí shows us here an egocentric point of himself, since all geniuses tend to be self-centered. 33. We must always remember that the Chinese Revolution was not a peasant revolution, but of the extreme right. A revolution can be seen in very different ways depending on the prism from where we see it. 34. Every morning when I wake up, I experience an exquisite joy, the joy of being Salvador Dalí, and I wonder in ecstasy: What wonderful things is this Salvador Dalí going to do today? Salvador Dalí showing off his particular sense of humor, something very particular about this genius. 35. All my knowledge of both science and religion, I incorporate into the classical tradition of my paintings. Dalí incorporated into his works everything that went through his mind, topics such as religion and science going through many others. 36. There are only two bad things that can happen to you in life, being Pablo Picasso or not being Salvador Dalí. Between these two contemporary geniuses, there was always a deep rivalry, as the public always tended to compare them. 37. I will be a genius, and the world will admire me. Maybe I will be despised and misunderstood, but I will be a genius, a great genius, because I am sure of it. Dalí was aware that he was not equal to others and that for that reason he would be remembered as a genius, perhaps they would not understand him but his work would endure. 38. The problem with today's youth is that one is no longer part of it. Dalí, with this phrase, showed us that he was already aware that his years of fullness had already passed. 39. God is just another artist, like me. Dalí tells us here about this peculiar way of seeing the figure of God, somewhat eccentric just like his own person. One of Salvador Dalí's most repeated phrases. 40. Getting fond of money as I like it is nothing less than mystical. Money is a glory. Money can be something very important in anyone's life, and Dalí needed him to maintain his lifestyle. 41. Cannibalism is one of the most obvious manifestations of tenderness. A very characteristic quote that Dalí's famous black humor teaches us. 42. Talk about Dalí, even for good. Although they speak ill of us it is always positive that they do so, because that shows that they are pending our movements by admiration or envy. 43. Each of the two halves is exactly attached to the other half, in the same way that Gala was attached to me ... Everything opens and closes and interrelates precisely. Dalí tells us about Gala here, who was his life partner and his muse. 44. I use the words you have taught me. If they mean nothing, teach me others. Or let me shut up. Dalí shows us in this quotation his way of seeing the relationships between people and his personal character. 45. An elegant woman is a woman who despises you and who does not have low hair on her arms. Possibly, on this date, Dalí tells us about his personal tastes or what attracted him to his wife. 46. It is better to have loved and lost than to have to wash twenty kilos of clothes a week. Dalí hated routine and laziness, I always lead a very bohemian lifestyle. 47. Everyone should eat hashish, but only once. Dalí was famous for being an avid drug user, with whom he reached a trance state that later embodied in his works. 48. When I paint, the sea roars. While others only splash in a bathtub. Dalí's way of painting is a reflection of his chaotic soul and his emotions in full bloom. 49. To have respect in society, it is good to have the talent to kick the society you live in the right shin. After that, be a snob. To achieve the status of genius it is essential to have a great talent, Dalí was undoubtedly one of the most talented authors of the twentieth century. 50. Instead of stubbornly trying to use surrealism for subversion purposes, it is necessary to try to make surrealism something solid, complete and classic. Surrealism was one of the genres that Dalí played most and he owes some of his most famous works to him, the respect Dalí had for this genre is clear. 51. Repulsion is the sentinel who takes care of the door of everything we most desire. Something can be disgusting to us until we really do it, once we are in it it can be perhaps as pleasant. 52. If you understand your painting before it is finished, then you better not finish it. A work is finished at the moment we decide, not a second before or one after. 53. People put me in jail, and my life became divine. Magnificent!. Dalí's eccentric personality may never cease to surprise us. 54. To awaken my fervor, it was necessary to offer me something that I liked. Once my appetite returned, I became really hungry. Dalí, like everyone else, needed to find inspiration by external means and when he got it he exploited it to the fullest. 55. Since I don't smoke, I decided to let my mustache grow is better for my health. Without a doubt, Salvador Dalí's mustache was one of his most characteristic features and with which everyone identifies him. 56. Progressive art can help people learn, not only about the objective forces of society, but also about the social character of their inner life. The art we do is an expression of the artist's personality and how he expresses it. 57. What is television for the man who can only see places that are accessible to the eye and never seen? Television was a great change in the twentieth century and Dalí always preferred his own inner world. 58. I dedicate this novel to Gala, who was always by my side while writing it, who became the fairy of my balance, who took the salamanders out of my doubts. Gala was the muse and wife of Salvador Dalí, was a source of inspiration throughout his life. 59. Without a doubt, I place Freud along with the heroes. He stripped the Jewish people of the greatest and most influential of all Heroes: Moses. Dalí speaks to us in this quote from Sigmund Freud and his work in the field of psychoanalysis, without a doubt he discovered a new way of understanding the human mind. 60. It is obvious when my enemies, my friends, and the general public pretend not to understand the meaning of the images that arise and that I transcribe in my paintings. Salvador Dalí's works have always been a source of debate and controversy, as these can be seen from many different points of view. 61. Since the French Revolution, a vicious and cretinic tendency to consider a genius as a human being equal in every way to others has developed. Salvador Dalí considered himself different from the rest, his work demonstrated this during his career as an artist and after his death. 62. Where is the real? Every appearance is fallacious, the visible surface is deceptive. I look at my hand. They are nerves, muscles, bones. Let's go deeper: they are molecules and acids. What we really are as individuals is not visible to the naked eye, the person we are as a whole is much more complicated to understand. Another of Salvador Dalí's great phrases. 63. The pleasure of the flesh can only be satisfied if a particular dimension is created, a kind of stereoscopic phenomenon, an imaginary hologram as real as reality is. Dalí tells us in this quote about interpersonal relationships and how they need an environment conducive to their proper development. 64. I can project myself in my little internal cinema. I free myself through a secret escape from attempts to besiege my own soul. Our thoughts can lead us to the search for the person we really are through our mind. 65. Murder is closer to heaven, because after becoming "memories of our conscience," you pray, heaven opens, and the angels say: Good morning! Salvador Dalí's peculiar personality allowed him to obtain a unique point of view of things that happened to him or surrounded him. 66. I think I am a better writer than a painter, and in this, I agreed with my father. The important thing about my writing is not the style, nor the syntax, nor the discursive resources. The important thing about my writing is simply what I say, and the day will come when that will be accepted. Dalí was aware that he was a genius perhaps outside of his time, that over time his work would be understood and valued even more than they did at that time. 67. Eroticism, hallucinogenic drugs, nuclear science, Gothic architecture of Gaudí, my love for gold ... there is a common denominator in all that: God is present in everything. The same magic is at the heart of all things, and all paths lead to the same revelation: we are the children of God, and the whole universe tends towards the perfection of humanity. Dalí had a particular way of understanding the concept of God that also reflected in some of his works. 68. Now sexual obsessions are the basis of artistic creation. The accumulated frustration leads to what Freud calls the sublimation process. Anything that does not take place erotically is sublimated in the work of art. Eroticism has always been a source of inspiration for numerous artists and a way of expressing their most primitive ideas or thoughts. 69. I tried sex once with a woman and that woman was Gala. It was overrated. I tried sex once with a man and that man was the famous minstrel Federico García Lorca (the Spanish surrealist poet). It was very painful. Dalí, throughout his life, experimented with everything he thought he had to explore and that led him to live all kinds of experiences. 70. The true painter is one who is capable of painting extraordinary scenes in the middle of an empty desert. The true painter is one who can patiently paint a pear surrounded by the tumults of history. The painter who manages to stand out for his works is one who achieves a particular point of view that differentiates him from the rest of the people. 71. Today, the taste for defect is such that only imperfections and especially ugliness seem great. When a Venus looks like a toad, the pseudo contemporary esthetes exclaim: It's strong, it's human! During the twentieth century art changed with respect to what was considered art long ago, and Dalí did not feel represented by the way of understanding the art of the time in which he was. 72. Every time I lose a bit of sperm I am totally convinced that I have wasted it. I always feel guilty after ... Since, for starters, I'm not so helpless. Dalí in quotes like this shows that he reflected on absolutely everything that happened to him, his mind never stopped working. 73. I need all these sudden images that are presented to me from my past and that form the factory of what my whole life is. Dalí's inspiration was often given by memories of his life that later embodied in his works. 74. I am surrealism. Undoubtedly Dalí was one of the greatest exponents of surrealism, without his figure this genre would never have reached the high levels of popularity it reached. 75. I categorically refuse to consider that surrealism is another literary artistic group. I think they were able to free man from the tyranny of the "practical and rational" world. Dalí's particular vision of surrealism is something that always characterized his work and that he understood as a genre without rational barriers. 76. Surrealism served as a demonstration that total sterility and attempts at automation have gone too far and have led to a totalitarian system. In this quote, Dalí tells us about surrealism and how it is outside the limits of conventional art. 77. One might think that through ecstasy we enter a world far from reality and dreams. The disgusting become desirable, the affection in cruelty, the ugly in beautiful, etc. The dream world in which Dalí often immersed himself showed him a different way of seeing the reality that surrounded him. 78. The daily life of a genius, his dream, his digestion, his nails, his colds, his blood, his life, and his death are essentially different from those of the rest of humanity. Dalí understood that geniuses were people made of other pasta and that they showed it in all facets of life. 79. Youth need difficulties to get things done. If you receive some money for this, some money for that, everything becomes mediocre and collapses. During our youth, it is positive to be able to fight to reach our goals because with that we learn to value what we achieve. 80. There is only one thing more exasperating than a wife who knows how to cook but does not, and that would be a wife who does not know how to cook but does. Dalí as in all aspects of his life had a very special relationship with his wife and this is a quotation of how he saw that relationship. 81. I always carry with me a cigarette case adorned with jewels where, instead of tobacco, there are little Adolphe Menjou-style mustaches. I offer them but nobody dares to take one. Salvador Dalí's sense of humor was always very peculiar. 82. The famous soft watches are nothing more than the tender, extravagant, lonely and paranoid-critical Camembert of time and space. The way Dalí narrated one of his great works shows us his different way of thinking and understanding his own art. 83. I was never an average student. He seemed refractory to any teaching and seemed like he could be really dumb or that he could surprise with an amazing job. The geniuses have always stood out in certain areas and have been disastrous in others, since the particular way of genius to understand what surrounds them involves this type of problem. 84. Before entering prison, I was nervous and anxious. I didn't know if I should paint or, perhaps, make a poem, go to the movies or go to the theater. If we were to go to jail all the people could get nervous and Dalí did not know at that moment what to devote his last moments of freedom. 85. Dalí is a magnificent painter, but in real life, he is an amazing clown - usually more interesting for everyone. Dalí stood out both for his work and for his person, his personality made this genius someone very dear and who we still marvel at. Phrases

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