️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ STARTER FOR @ravcn️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️001.
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️‘ TO CHEAT OR NOT TO CHEAT ‘
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️emilia knightley is not the type of girl to ASK for help. she always wondered how her parents got ALONG ──────── her father always told her to figure it out HERSELF, yet her mother, a muggle, always said to use her SURROUNDINGS. torn between the two, she is one of the top of her class and certainly does NOT want to FLUNK her potions class.
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️her tongue glides along her teeth as her eyes DART around the classroom. who is going to be her new TARGET? perhaps hunt. . . her eyes land on someone particular. emilia slides back in her desk as a SMIRK crosses her features; but of course, william fletchley. the boy is stunningly INTELLIGENT ──────── perfect.
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️the slytherin has to THINK about what she is going to say to him ──────── she knows that he is in the dueling club. . . isn’t there something ELSE? when class ended, she weaves her way through the CROWD of scrambling students to get to the boy, ‘ FLETCHLEY, ‘ she slows down and flicks her hair over her shoulder.
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️she bites her bottom lip ──────── emilia despises asking for FAVORS. ‘ i know you’re good at potions. could you. . . HELP me? ‘ she will have to be nice to him as well──────── that is certainly an ADJUSTMENT. she got a few glances from fellow slytherins, but she narrows her eyes at them; her gaze returns to fletchley, ‘ what do you THINK? ‘
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ STARTER FOR @ravcn️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️001.
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️‘ TO CHEAT OR NOT TO CHEAT ‘
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️emilia knightley is not the type of girl to ASK for help. she always wondered how her parents got ALONG ──────── her father always told her to figure it out HERSELF, yet her mother, a muggle, always said to use her SURROUNDINGS. torn between the two, she is one of the top of her class and certainly does NOT want to FLUNK her potions class.
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️her tongue glides along her teeth as her eyes DART around the classroom. who is going to be her new TARGET? perhaps hunt. . . her eyes land on someone particular. emilia slides back in her desk as a SMIRK crosses her features; but of course, william fletchley. the boy is stunningly INTELLIGENT ──────── perfect.
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️the slytherin has to THINK about what she is going to say to him ──────── she knows that he is in the dueling club. . . isn’t there something ELSE? when class ended, she weaves her way through the CROWD of scrambling students to get to the boy, ‘ FLETCHLEY, ‘ she slows down and flicks her hair over her shoulder.
️️️️ ️️️️
️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️ ️️️️she bites her bottom lip ──────── emilia despises asking for FAVORS. ‘ i know you’re good at potions. could you. . . HELP me? ‘ she will have to be nice to him as well──────── that is certainly an ADJUSTMENT. she got a few glances from fellow slytherins, but she narrows her eyes at them; her gaze returns to fletchley, ‘ what do you THINK? ‘
