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Jasmine King (morta) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,

Didn't even--"Really?" she held up her hands, showing him the decorated backs and fingers that trailed up into the sleeves of her dress. "Really?" One hand pointed to her bare thighs that had a few there, the other pointed to her neck where she turned her head just slightly, bat wings just visible. She couldn't help rolling her eyes right back at him.

"The only people that can censor me are my managers at WNN. You're not them," she wrinkled her nose at the idea of anyone trying to tell her how the fuck to talk. That wasn't fucking happening. He kept saying those things over and over but oddly, it was the comment about James that really made her pause.

That was the one thing she didn't think a supposed Harry Potter would make up. The deaths of James and Lily Potter weren't a joke. Although she'd been small when she first met them, she had known them, liked them, and something in her heart crumbled a little. She sat down heavily, the back of her hand pressed to the corner of her mouth to muffle the sharp breaths that came with a small flow of tears. Thank fuck for the charms that kept her make-up from getting messed up.