a little cute harry for @goldentruth813 bc shes is great, wonderfully, amazing and mega super duper incredible and deserves all the love (especially from mr. potter here) and I want to personally thank her for being my friend (I know I’m cheese shut ur mouths) and for always being there for me 🙂 everyone go please and give her your support with a cute little message bc SHES THE BESTEST
When my cousin Olivia was three, she started preschool and became best friends with a boy named Abraham. Most people called him Abe, even then, because Abraham is a mouthful for a three year old and, to most people, it’s the logical nickname.
Not, however, according to Olivia, who decided to nickname him Ham.
No one’s really sure whether she wasn’t totally listening when he was introduced and only caught the last part of his name, or if she decided Abe was too boring a nickname, or maybe she was just hungry, but the nickname has stuck for the last twenty years. Of course, Olivia was and still is the only person to use it.
When they were seven or eight, he decided to get back at her by calling her Olive. That nickname stuck, too, and they’ve been Olive and Ham since. But only to each other. They get highly offended if anyone else calls them that.
Last night was their seventh anniversary, and Abe proposed to Olivia, and she said yes. And how did she announce it on Facebook, you may ask?
People used to tell me “If you like ham so much, why don’t you just marry it?” So I am.
Shout out to Olive and Ham, who are still engaged and adorable and who are planning on getting married sometime next summer
no offense but the cutest thing to me is random little kisses like not even, on the lips just, when someone kisses you on the temple or like?? the top of your head or anywhere honestly its just rlly cute and I’m suffering
AN: Alright, I started this yesterday on a whim, and 6.5k words and just over 24 hours later, here we are. I don’t know if you were all excited because I tagged it as an airport au, or a ‘we have to share the last hotel room au’ or if you just prefer one shots to mulit-chaps, but I hope you enjoy.
“No, no, no, no, no, nooooo!” Lily’s heels clicked against
the tiles of the terminal as she saw the flashing digital sign that told her
that her plane had already pulled away from the boarding zone. There was a
sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach and she felt as though she’d just
lost at something. She’d never missed a flight before, she’d always been one of
those people who arrived early. Like, enough time to have breakfast, get a
coffee and read a couple chapters of whatever novel she had with her, that kind
of early.
But do to circumstances that were outside of her control,
she’d been late. Very late per her standards, and apparently she’d
missed her flight.
She hitched her carry on up her shoulder and squeezed her
phone in her other hand. What was she even supposed to do now? Did she have to
buy a new ticket? Did she have to wait for a seat to open up on another flight?
How was she meant to know what she was supposed to do when she’d never missed a
flight before? And apart from that, it wasn’t as though she spent a lot of time
flying anywhere. This was probably her sixth time on a plane- or it would have
been, had she made the flight.
She saw someone who looked about as flustered as she felt,
talking to someone who worked at the airport at a desk right next to where she
was supposed to board the plane. She assumed that this man had also missed the
flight and headed in that direction. And even if she was wrong, talking to
someone from the airport had to be a good first step on the road to fixing
things, right?
“So you don’t have another flight going out today?” The man
was asking, sounding as though he was trying rather hard not to get upset. And
even now, Lily could appreciate that. Because even though they’d missed their
flight, it definitely wasn’t this random employee’s fault.
Alana kissed her mother and father goodbye as the last whistle for students to board sounded off. She hopped onto the train and found a cabin that’s window faced the loading dock. She waved eagerly to her smiling parents as the train made its way out of the station.
It had been a nice, but also dreary Christmas holiday. Her little brother Lee had been ecstatic to see her, as well as try out some new pranks he had learn from his muggle friends at his primary school. One she found very annoying was a prank that involved a rubbery pink bag that made flatulent noises when you sat on it. He had placed it in various chairs, as well as under the sheets on her bed.
Her parents seemed a bit more cheerier than they had been last she saw them. Or at least, her father was. At times it seemed, her mother would close off from the rest of the family, especially in Christmas Day.
It had been the 5th Christmas without Jacob being there. The 5th Christmas where Jacob and Alana wasn’t playing Exploding Snap, and that Jacob wasnt showing Lee another trick on his broom. Once again, cookies and hot cocoa by the fire didn’t taste as sweet as it had used to.
Her mother didn’t even bother to come out of her room on Christmas this time. She had stayed in the room the entire day, and Alana swore she heard gentle weeping every now and then when she would put her ear to the door in an attempt to check on her.
Her father tried his best to keep smiles on her and Lee’s faces. It used to had been easy for him to do so with Lee, but since he was nine now, and knew a bit more about the situation with his brother, he wasn’t in the mood to be overly cheerful.
As the days passed, Alana overheard her parents arguing with weather or not to send her back to Hogwarts. They had found out about her escapades since her first year, and was afraid that they would lose her too.
Thankfully, they decided to let her go back, but strongly urged her to stop whatever it was she was doing. They eve. tried to make her promise to stop her search for her brother, as well as the vaults. Alana didn’t have the heart to lie to them, so she just walked off and shut the door to her room.
As she sat by herself in her cabin, head leaning against the window as she sat her the world pass by, her thoughts drifted to Jacob. She was trying her best to not let the rumors of him actually joining the Death Eaters get to her. Jacob may have been a troublemaker, but he didn’t have a Death Eater bone in his body. The family had been deemed blood traitors since before Alana was born, and Jacob always spoke highly of his older Muggleborn friend that he had. A girl that was named after a flower, from what Alana could remember.
She longed for him to come back home safely. Maybe in the summer she would come home, and her brother would be bent over in the fridge, hunting for food, as he always claimed he was hungry. He would catch her as she would leap into his arms and squeeze him tight. Then block her hits as she screams about how she had been looking for him for the majority of her time at Hogwarts.
She sighed deep. Wishful thinking once again.
The door opened to her cabin. Charlie Weasley walked in after looking for her for the past 20 minutes. Alana gave him a weak smile as he sat down in the seat across from her.
“Well, we were beginning to think you hadn’t gotten on the train,” said Charlie. “Actually, Ben had thought that. He went into a bunch of frightening theories and got himself into a tizzy.”
Alana chuckled. “Hope he isn’t too far gone.”
“Rowan set him right,” said Charlie, eyeing Alana closely. “Is there a reason why you’re here by yourself?”
Alana sighed and turned her attention back to the passing scenery. Charlie felt the air in the room change, and moved beside her, waiting for her to say something. Or nothing. Either way, he would be there for her.
“I miss him so much, Charlie,” Alana said, sighing again. “I just wish I had real answers you know?”
“We are getting them, aren’t we?”
“I dunno. It seems like with every clue we find, it just raises more questions. I was so sure I knew who my brother was before all this. Now, it’s like he’s a stranger. Did I ever really know who he truly was? Is what the Prophet, Skeeter, and Merula saying true? Did he really join You Know Who? Is he really a Death Eater?”
Charlie looked at Alana’s big brown eyes and spied tears waiting to be shed. Without knowing what he was doing, he grabbed and cupped Alana’s hand into his, gently patting the top of her hand with his other one.
“Don’t believe a word of it, Lonnie,” said Charlie, using the nickname that Bill had given her. “Your brother seemed to have went through a lot to try to protect Hogwarts from the dangers of the vaults. My mum says the Prophet is full of bollocks. Especially Skeeter’s rag. And Merula? Since when do you believe a word that harpy says?”
Alana chucked as she wiped her eyes with her other hand. She rested her head on Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie tensed up, not really knowing what to do. Alana had never been so close to him. He decided to allow his instincts to kick in, which led him to intertwining his fingers with hers and giving her had a gentle and comforting squeeze. Then, he leaned his head against hers.
“Do you think he’s okay out there?” he heard Alana whisper.
“Dunno for sure, but I think so,” reassured Charlie. He’ll be back before you know it.“
Alana smiled warmly as she snuggled against Charlie’s side. She couldn’t help but feel extremely comfortable around him at that moment. She took a deep breath and the smell of fresh linen, the sun, fudge, and honeysuckle filled her nostrils, relaxing her even more. She closed her eyes as her mind drifted to Hogwarts, and the adventures that were surely awaiting her.
Charlie couldn’t believe something like this was happening. Ever since confessing his feelings to Bill, he had thought about how he would be, how he would act, and what he would say to her when he saw her again. He had an inkling of her fancying Andre, but he thought that maybe, just maybe, Alana would at least consider him after he laid his cards on the table.
He had planned to do just that on the way back to school, thinking that the length of the train ride would be enough time for them to talk about it. However, seeing her in a venerable state, having her find him comforting in a time where she seemed to had wanted to cry, made him decide to reserve the conversation for another day.
Besides, Alana never rested against any other boy like this. Not that he had seen at least. And the smell of vanilla and whatever oils Alana used in her hair was delightfully intoxicating. He didn’t want to say nor do anything to ruin the moment.
A minute later, Bill passed by Alana’s cabin. He peeked in and spied the scene, smirking at how natural his brother and his Hogwarts sister looked together.
Charlie happened to look over and catch Bill’s eye. Bill shot up two thumbs as he smiled from ear to ear.
“Sod off, you.” mouthed Charlie with a grin on his face.
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