Inell's Fanfiction Archive

"Move."

"Let me think. No."

"Bell, if you don't move---"

"I'm scared, Flint. See? This is my terrified face."

"People don't smile when they're scared."

"Maybe I do. Unique and different. We Gryffindors are trendsetters."

"Only trend you lot have started is depraved immoral acts."

"If you're talking about the recent marriage ceremony between Potter, Granger, and Weasley, I don't see anything depraved with that. Hermione's just a clever girl."

"You'd think so. Like a Mud----"

"If you plan to finish that sentence, notice where my wand is aimed. Wouldn't want Mummy Flint to be doomed to a life with no grandchildren, would you?"

"This is what Hell would be like. Tortured by a smart-arse Gryffindor bint without a brain in her head."

"I'm not moving until you answer my question."

"Don't sing. You're pants at it, Bell."

"Don't avoid the question, Flint."

"I didn't snog you, so move."

"Really? Your lips were on mine, there was tongue, and I think I even remember your hand on my bum. If that's not snogging to you, what is?"

"I was shutting you up. Now, move."

"Ah. I think I understand now."

"Bell, what are you doing?"

"I'm shutting you up, Flint."

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