Oh, god. Cannot stop obsessively re-reading these chatlogs.
"You're-- you're everything. Everything that I ever wanted. Everything I wanted to be. All in one package."
I am such a sap.
"I want you. Always have. And god help me, I probably always will."
Whimper.
"Because you're Oliver Wood, and I'm Marcus Flint, and it just doesn't work that way."
I don't know whether to smack him or hug him.
"Why, are you going to protect me?"
"Yes."
Somebody remind me they're not real?
And I still can't get the image of them dancing (!!!!!) out of my bleeping head. *eyes Sae* I don't suppose you'd draw them for me? I'd pay you. Honestly
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