Weasley can save anything, He never leaves a single ring, That's why Gryffindors all sing: Weasley is our King.

I Miss You || OPEN

vodkawithlime:

image

               Someone was there. She could feel there eye’s burning into her back. The brunette turned around quickly and those hazel eye’s met that of the strangers. “Can I help you with something love?” She asked, instantly attempting to hide the pain that burnt so deep within.

                                           [ Did he hear me? Does he know? ]

image

            Took him a moment to realize he was being spoken to– too focused on being intent on keeping hushed. The way she spoke though, rang in his ears. Merely because he was familiar with the whole.. keeping the tough stuff inside while putting on a brave front. “No– .. didn’t realize anyone was in here, that’s all." 

/
Theme