LtheWolf

    You giggled, typing away on your brand new, shiny (white/black) Iphone. You were sprawled out happily on the comfy couch, your head in your girlfriend Mikasa's lap and a stupid, goofy grin plastered on your face. She sighed, trying to watch some T.V but her eyes kept dropping to your face.    "_______," She tried to get your attention, but your eyes were locked on the screen. You tapped repeatedly, occasionally swiping. What you were doing, she didn't know.    "_______," The black haired female tried again, a little louder and firmer, but got nothing. Sighing, which sounded more like a growl, she snatched the device from your hands. Y

Every so often during the winter holidays Hermione finds herself uncertain as to what she should be doing with her time. Perhaps she had become so absorbed with her studies— a formerly unconscious effort to prove that despite being a muggle she was worthy to be there at Hogwarts—that it’d become impossibly difficult to simply exist. Perhaps it had more to do with fact that one of her closest companion’s refused to give her the time of day. “Ron still not talking to you?” Hermione looks to the door to acknowledge her room’s new guest before shaking her head with a poignant smile. (Name) let out a de