Ava Flitwick Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

What else? Oh, she’s like—mysterious, y’know? Always wonderin’ what’s in her head. Does she hate it? Love it? Fuckin’ *Boyhood* again—“It’s like we’re all just winging it.” She’s wingin’ it, man! Day by day, trick by trick. Gets me thinkin’—maybe we’re all whores, sellin’ somethin’. Me, my soul’s gone, whackin’ guys for a buck. Her? She’s just more honest ‘bout it. Ha! That’s some deep shit, right there—makes my head spin.

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He didn't even look over at y/n. "What did Flitwick want after class yesterday?" Remus wanted to know. Y/n shrugged. "Three days of detention with Pince.

Then, I decide to take a stroll down Flitwick’s High Street. It’s a cute little place, with shops and all that jazz. I pass by the library, and I swear, it’s like a scene from a movie. There’s this kid reading on the steps, totally lost in his book. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that chill.”

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