Mousa's little frown deepens and he shrugs Jan’s arm off just a tad more brusquely than usual, gives him a nudge in his middle that’s just a little too rough to be friendly, and then walks away to resume his position in the field a few yards behind where Jan is standing, rooted to the ground.
Jan’s hand unconsciously goes to his middle and he rubs at it to soothe the little ache that's bloomed from Mousa’s rough handling. Fuck, he thinks, following Mousa’s retreat to his position with fervent eyes.
22 May 2015
The thing is, Pete isn’t just attracted to Earn. It would have been way easier for him if that'd been the case, but it's so much more than that.
He has eyes of course, and he knows that Earn doesn’t have a cultish fan following in the convent and amongst the Angels in Friday College solely because of his affable personality – Pete has watched Earn grow up over the years, from a scrawny little freshman with a terrible bowl-cut and a head that seemed comically big on his small frame to an unfairly attractive third year with broad shoulders and biceps that strain against the sleeves of his uniform whenever he stretches.
A short-lived series of private lessons took place after Christmas in Harry Potter's fifth school year, during which Severus Snape attempted to teach Harry the skill of Occlumency. The lessons were finally cancelled when Harry was caught prying into Snape's memories, discovering the strangest things: there was a Prophecy about him, his dad was a bully, and Severus Snape had been in love with Harry's mum. Naturally, Harry now has a million questions. Snape would prefer to answer none.
The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes. The same question rises in every soul: "For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?"
...Or, a classic approach to stubbornness.
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