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(23) Mey and Mundane Monday

⚯͛ “My mum always said things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end. If not always in the way we expect.” – Luna Lovegood ⚯͛M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | MUNDANE MONDAYMonday was the most hated day of all. Some folks would agree because Monday was simply the most hectic day due to a lot of impending works t

(24) Hunter and Tonks to My Lupin

"There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them." — Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone*H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad BoyAs I put the green bottle back to the table, I realized what an idiot I had been. It took me three fücking days to know how much I had screwed up.Mey had walked in on me hugging Nat, what was she supposed to think? Of course, she would think that I was a player, that I was playing her. Once I realized how stupid I had been, I quickly grabbed my wallet from the table, got up, and shoved it into the back pocket of my jeans. I glanced at my phone. It was around three P.M. now and I knew exactly where I could find her.Sure enough, once I arrived at the public library and ran to the third floor, I found her sitting on one

(25) Hunter and Dilemma from A Cockblocker

"Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!" — Hermione Granger*H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad BoyTrying my best not to flush, or worse, blush, I cleared my throat nervously. "Your pen." I pointed at the blue pen laying on the ground between our chairs."Oh," her eyes followed mine.We both leaned down to grab the pen at the same time, causing our heads to bump."Aw," yelped Mey.I straightened up and put one hand on the side of her face, ignoring the pain inflicted on my own head. "Are you okay?" I had to admit, I was worried. We all knew how thick my skull was, considering I was stubborn as hell.Mey winced and rubbed her forehead. "I am okay," she said through a giggle.I was not sure about that considering her forehead was nearly in the same shade as a tomato

(26) Mey and Legilimency

⚯͛ Everyone has a chapter they don't read out loud. ⚯͛M E Y W A N G | The Asian PotterheadI could not believe it. I had trouble believing my own eyes. Truly.Hunter was so damn good. He managed to solve all of the questions without having to look at the reference book. I had to admit, I had been so impressed that it had rendered me speechless. As he was explaining how to do it, I could only nod. And he explained things better than Mr. Roberts, my evil Math teacher at Carlton High.I lived only a few blocks from the library so when he offered to walk me home, I took the offer without thinking twice. As we walked down the road, I stole a glance at him and realized he was wearing a North High football team jacket. "So you are a jock, huh?" I asked him casually, breaking the silence. I kept my tone polite with no hint of sarcasm. His brows knotted in the middle of his forehead. "Not exac

(27) Hunter the Half Blood Jones

"I am what I am, an' I'm not ashamed. 'Never be ashamed,' my ol' dad used ter say, 'there's some who'll hold it against you, but they're not worth botherin' with.'" — Rubeus Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire*H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad BoyFor once, I wanted to kick myself for being an ass. I had let my emotion got the best of me. Every time someone mentioned my parents, especially my dad, I wanted to bang my head on the wall.All my life I had hated my father. I could relate to Severus Snape who called himself Half-Blood Prince, taking his mom's maiden name instead of his father. Just like him, I took my mom's surname too. Did that make me the Half-Blood Jones? Patrick Murdoch was the biggest asshole I had ever met. He was abusive, just like Nat's dad was, which was why I could relate to her. Every morning, I saw new bruises on my mother's face and a

(28) Mey and the Half Blood Jones

"And then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhiskey; she was the only real thing in the world." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows*M E Y W A N G | The Asian PotterheadLife always had a really weird timing. I had been buying groceries when I had met Tyler at the checkout counter."Hey, Mey," he greeted me with a smile."Tyler! Hi!" I beamed.He pointed at four cartons of milk I had in my grocery bag. "Where is the cereal to accompany those?"I laughed. "No, these are for coffees. My family drinks lots of them."Mom and dad drank at least three cups a day. Since we did not do groceries often, we usually had them stocked up for the week."Oh," Ty slightly nodded then asked plainly, "How are things with Hunter?"I could swear I saw a hint of

(29) Hunter and Nimbus 2000

⚯͛ Your appearance shouldn't define who you are, and that's what I like, the contrast between people looking like the opposite of what they truly are deep inside. ー Matthias Schoenaerts ⚯͛* H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad BoyIt was like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Her kiss liberated me in an indescribable way. I would not say she tasted like strawberries because there was no sourness in her kiss. I seriously had no idea why people used strawberry to describe a kiss. I read an article somewhere that the balance of sweetness and acidity was very important to the taste of a strawberry and although there was something sweet about the kiss, I s

(30) Mey and The Talk of The Century

"I think we've outgrown full-time education ... Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?," — Fred Weasley, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix*M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | Mey and The Talk of The CenturyI was about to close the front door when I heard my mom's voice yelling my full name. "MEY WANG!!"I quickly locked the door and walked towards the kitchen. I dropped the groceries on the counter before I went to the living room to hear whatever she had in mind. "Yes?"My mom had those crazy eyes every mother had when they had their minds fixed on giving you the lecture of the c

(31) Hunter and The Aging Potion

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix*H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad BoyIt had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.And the kiss. How could I not talk about the kiss? I suddenly felt like a sixteen years old boy, who hasn't been with a bunch of girls. One who was super nervous about his first kiss.

Special Chapter: Christmas Story

It rained for days after you left me as if the sky itself shared my grief. John Mark Green.*A U T U M N | Christmas StoryChocolate milk. I always had chocolate milk on Christmas since I was four years old and my mom brought it to me on Christmas morning. I knew it was silly of me to drink it now since I had no one to celebrate it with anymore, but I just felt that something was missing if I didn't have one.I let out a deep sigh and tried not to feel annoyed and lonely. Christmas is never a special occasion for me. Not since mom screwed up and dad followed her footsteps. This year, Steven spent the whole day doing talk shows and he'd only come home later tonight. Since I've never spent Christmas with my parents for years now, I had no idea where they were. Even Alberta, our maid, went to spend the night with her family. In short, I was home alone. On Christmas. Great.A black box piqued my interest

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