Lily kept her feet in the other’s lap, but sat up and leaned closer. “Is it?”

“Feel free huh? You must be obsessed with me.” She replied, tracing a fingertip along Reagan’s arm.

“You sure about that? You follow me like a puppy.” She traced her fingertip up to the other’s collarbone next.

Lily watched her every move, brows quirking slightly. “Hm— I’m calling it obsessed.” She whispered, fingers daring to card through raven locks.

“I will.” She replied, leaning back in her seat again.

“No? Following me around— giving me random gifts—“ She hummed.

“Interest is putting it gently.”

Where art thou Summer.

ꜱɪʀɪᴜꜱ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴀᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ TheDivine.༄

𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧!𝐚𝐮 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘺 #𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦

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Close your mouth, Potter, you’ll catch flies.

She will be cuddling her cat for the rest of the day. Approach at your own risk.

What if I go blonde

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 posted on instagram: 📷: yes I did in fact lock Rem out of his own bedroom. his bed is more comfortable 🤷🏻‍♀️. 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 ʀᴇᴍᴜꜱ ʟᴜᴘɪɴ