Sunday, August 16, 2009
♥ 5:31 PM
“You can’t take your eyes off her,” Blaise said, her soft remark easily cutting through his sarcasm. “She smiles, and you melt. She laughs and you’re as good as a puddle. She cries and you become suicidal. She looks at Potter and you become apoplectic. She talks to any boy who isn’t you and you turn satanic.” He tried to protest, but she shook her head. “Forget it, you poor, miserable sod. Remember who you’re talking to.”
HAHAHAH OKAY ITS SHIZ LIKE THIS THAT BRIGHTEN MY SODDING DAY.
