Gold - Chet Faker
708. Muggleborns complaining about having to go to the Apple store and purebloods wondering if muggles have a different...
I’m doing a project on gay rights in today’s society.
So if you believe that same sex couples should be allowed to get married, please reblog this.
This would be a lot of help, thank you.
This one got away from me. Sorry anon.
Damnnit. Damnit you beautiful little mothballs, you got me feeling all the feels….
Finn still remembered the day he met Izzy. He and Chop were eight at the time and they did everything together—as you do when you’ve been best friends since before you can even remember. The Gruesome Twosome their neighbors and parents took to calling them every time they came pedaling down the street on their bikes, always jabbering back and forth.
Chop had Finn over at his for the afternoon as he had almost every day for the two weeks since school let out for summer holiday. It seemed like just another day of the two of them passing a football back and forth in his yard, kicking it into the flower beds and running around pretending they’d just scored the winning goal of the World Cup. Then they heard the moving van.
It pulled up across the street two houses down from Chop’s behind an olive green station wagon. The two boys stopped short as soon as they saw it, their ball rolling away as they watched and waited to see who would climb out of the car. Maybe it was a new lad moving in. Maybe he’d have a choice game system or a decent stereo. Maybe he’d just be a good laugh they could hang out with.
A man got out first, hurrying up the walk to unlock the door for the movers, and a woman followed carrying a box marked “breakables” she looked like she’d been clutching in her lap the whole trip. Meanwhile the movers were opening up the back of their truck and rolled out a long, sloping ramp to start unloading furniture and larger boxes.
Finn and Chop were just about to write this new addition off as yet another sneering, scolding kid-less couple when they heard a final car door open. A girl about their age, maybe a year or two younger, climbed out of the backseat. Finn glanced at Chop expecting his friend to pull some mocking face and crack a joke about them getting back to the game before she invited them over for a tea party. But Chop didn’t even look at Finn.
He just stood there in rapt silence, his eyes never leaving the girl.