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aura surrounding him which made me roll my eyes. "Why are you here?" I asked him when he didn't say anything for a while and just stood there staring at me. "You've been crying..." He said softly and I rolled my eyes again. "No shit Sherlock, I'm about to be killed. Should I dance instead? Have a whole party? Play some beer pong?" I said snidely. "I am here to ask you something" he continued totally ignoring my comeback. I tilted my head to the left, bored. "We do not make it a habit of sacrificing people to the moon b-" he started but I interrupted him just to push his buttons.

“Were you the one growling a few seconds ago?” “No, that's not me,” he snapped too quickly. “My wolf was just… reacting to...” “To what exactly? That's my detestable attitude, right?” He didn’t laugh as I expected him to. Not even a blink was spared. He just stood there, staring straight at me. “What, you can't speak now?” I asked. “Something’s different this time, please.” “Wow, good to hear. Congratulations, darling Sherlock.” His voice remained serious.“Your scent did it for me.”

Everything I am, everything I've been, everything I'm trying so damn hard to hold together is right there in front of him, and it's just not that interesting. People aren't still like that. Not in the Ring, stillness is a luxury here. It means you're not afraid of what's coming around the corner, you're the thing coming. Just before I can tell him to go to hell, he sure shocks the hell out of me. "You're not human." "I’m pretty sure I am my man." I rasp, dragging in a breath that tastes like rust. "Got any other fun non facts, Sherlock?"

I pointed out to which he rolled his eyes, groaning straight after it. "No shit, Sherlock!" "I see that sarcasm becomes your forte when you are drunk." I rolled my own eyes in return. "Apologies, Missy." He shook his head slightly. "What I am trying to say here is that just like how humans sometimes need to take the help of certain recreational activities to actually feel the high, we do too. Though we don't use the same means." "Don't tell me you guys have your very own brand of molly?" My eyebrows shot up my forehead. To say the least, I was shocked.

“Because I don't live in the human world, I don't know, when you want someone's house, you have to write a letter a week or a month in advance to let them know. That's politeness, what a silly goblin." "You're the idiot, don't tease me like that, one day I'll send you back to hell." “Hmmm…” Watson laughed, he didn't think this was a conversation between two uncles and nephews, if it weren't for the two's appearance but only the sound, this would have been like a couple angry at each other. Smiling silently, only these moments of rest can see how interesting life is. Watson's life has been associated with too many dark sides of society, disappearances, bodies and murderers. That is not the li

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock. By your rules, I don’t think i’m meant to be anywhere other than my room” His eyes darkened immediately, and boy oh boy did I soon realize that I should never have said that.

she breathed out, "He said his last words to me. 'Hey kiddo, remember lollipops and lilies, remember it properly and don't do anything stupid okay?'" I blinked, trying to keep my eyes on the road, instead of pulling her into my lap and showering kisses on her face. "Lollipops and what?" "Lilies." She filled in. I waited, patiently waiting for her to elaborate but after a few seconds and not another word from her. I twisted my lips with annoyance. What am I, Sherlock Holmes? "Lollipops and lilies, hmm? Let's see... oh... okay. No, nope still not making any sense."

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.

He took a deep breath and then walked a bit towards me while adding, “Is this your street?” “Wha – what?” I asked him. “Did you buy all the houses on this street?” He asked again. “Um no…?” I said in confusion. “Then why would I give you an explanation for being here…? Sherlock Holmes…” He said arrogantly and I looked at him resentfully. “You are always like this or it’s just with me?” I asked him inquisitively. “No just with you. Your face triggers me” He said bitterly and I breathed heavily in anger.

Theo hummed thoughtfully, the scowl on his face deepening before he suddenly sucked in a breath. “I’ve got it. We need a distraction." he answered triumphantly as Lucy mentally facepalmed herself. “No shit, sherlock holmes,” She commented dryly “Of course we need a fucking distraction I wanted suggestions not a contender for captain obvious.” Theo blinked at her as he rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a little black box, waving it in front of her as he grinned triumphantly