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Writer of fics, reader of books, probably tired.

Obsessing over these idiots and trying to write for my severely neglected OCs

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Reading: Chocolat and
The Goblet of Fire
Watching: Teen Wolf
and The Legend of Korra
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made 07/09/2012
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Alive

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Hazel walked alone down the almost empty street, wrapping her jacket tighter around herself and pulling her scarf up over her mouth and nose. Her fingers had already gone numb and her shoes were soaked through due to the thick layer of snow on the ground. The sharp cold biting at her skin reminded her painfully of the time she had lived in Alaska, bad memories threatened to thread into her thoughts. She shook her head vigorously as if trying to get rid of a fly and concentrated on happier thoughts, like who she was on the way to meet. They hadn’t seen each other for two weeks and she could barely contain her excitement.

Soon enough she had reached the café and stepped inside, finding an empty booth and pulling her jacket off as she sat down, drumming her fingers on the table impatiently.

‘Someone’s impatient.’

Hazel looked up to see a familiar face grinning down at her, she smiled back, biting her lip nervously as he slid into the booth next to her and kissed her cheek. The waitress came over and they both ordered hot chocolates (Leo didn’t need the extra caffeine). Once they were alone again, Hazel impulsively grabbed a fistful of Leo’s collar and pulled him towards her for a kiss.

When she pulled away, Leo was grinning like a mad man.

‘Gods,’ he said. ‘You’re nose is freezing!’

‘I’m freezing all over.’ She complained.

‘I might be able to change that,’ Leo said mischievously.

Before she could respond, Leo clicked his fingers and a small flame appeared between them, Hazel resisted the urge to leap back with a scream of shock and instead hovered her hands close to the fire.

‘Leo,’ she scolded. ‘We’re in a public place.’

‘So, live a little Hazel Levesque.’ He grinned and, despite herself, she felt herself grinning back at him.

He was always doing mad things and usually dragging her along with him, but she loved him for it, she felt more alive than anything when she was with him.

did i just make myself ship lazel?

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