There are all kinds of kissing out there: slow kisses, small kisses, kisses that say good-bye, kisses that bring you home, kisses that bring you to that final moment where everything comes to a head. Porny kisses, fluffy kisses, Eskimo kisses, angry kisses, and kisses full of want and longing. THEY ARE ALL AWESOME. And you should write them all
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The courtyard is silent as Arthur laces his boots on the steps, snow pristine and unbroken on the ground. It’s let up now... gentle drifting flakes instead of the flurry that had buried the footprints of the other students over the last few hours.
“I knew you’d crack. Not even NEWTS can trump Hogsmeade.”
Arthur tightens his scarf as he stands up, not turning to face the voice. “I studied all morning, just so you know.”
“I know. Notice how I left you to it?”
He had, in fact. It had been too quiet, too warm in the common room. He turns slowly. “I did ( ... )
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BECAUSE THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND FILLS MY HEART WITH YEARNING.
YOU ARE SINGLE-HANDEDLY CREATING A WIDESPREAD DESIRE FOR HOGWARTS GHOST!EAMES.
OH MY GOD I WANT IT SO MUCH.
*clutches*
i love arthur's cold pink hands and his windswept hair. :DDDD lovely.
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LOOK IT IS ALL JUST SO AMAZING.
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The angst, ust and ridiculousness of this is just awesome. ;____;
(I really really hope Nellie writes this, a lot of this I mean.)
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MAYBE I WILL WRITE GHOST EAMES TOMORROW AS WELL, IDK. i should be asleep rn. as should you, i imagine!
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Good night, and YES PLEASE, DO WRITE.
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goodnight!
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