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There were times were Sinbad loved the sea with all his heart—it was, after all, in his blood. And then there were times were he absolutely despised it. Because sometimes… the sea just reminded him of her too damn much. (Name) was the sea. She was its turquoise waters when the sun was high in the sky and not a cloud was to be seen, calm and loving and kind. She was its black depths at night as a storm raged above, threatening to devour all ships that dared to steer towards her might. (Name) was the sea and Sinbad was utterly in love with her. That was the problem, however. You can fall in love with the sea as much as you want,

You sighed as James once again tried desperately to get Lily’s attention. You could see Lily struggling to escape from him, and attempted to help your cousin. “Oi Potter! Would you leave Lily alone?” You called out to him. You were sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, watching as James flirted shamelessly with Lily. James glanced at you, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Not a chance Evans!” He hollered back. You looked again at your cousin, who was staring at the floor dejectedly. You slowly stood up, stretched, and started to walk over to where Lily was getting harassed. You snuck up behind Jam

I obviously do NOT own ANYTHING from the Harry Potter franchise, I DO, however, own this story! [F/n] - First name [F/c] - fave color, [E/c] - eye color, [H/c] - hair color, [H/l] - hair length ~Flashback~      Fred and George were currently looking for potion ingredients in the Forbidden Forest.  They were close enough to see each other, but far enough to not hear the other, unless they yelled.  Yes, it was dangerous, but they had to get the ingredients!  They didn’t have enough money to buy the ingredients, and they knew they grew in this forest.  So they had snuck out, and now were trying to find the specific plants.      Man, whe

“... What’s _______ doing?” You almost jumped out of your skin hearing that instantly recognisable voice from the orange masked man behind you. You scramble to hide the papers you have scattered all over your desk as Tobi watches you, head tilted to the side. “Nothing!” You yell, but it looks like not even Tobi’s going to accept that answer as he continues to stare at you with childish curiousity.  “... Fine.” You sigh, relieving a little of the tension that you had built up. “If you must know, I was writing a story.” Tobi squeals in delight and starts to ask if he can read it, befo