I had to learn how to fight for myself

And we both know the truth I could tell

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Stormy gray eyes, bleach blonde hair, strong jawline, perfect teeth, amazing smile, stunning body, casual clothes—

"Oh my gosh, it's you!" I shouted. 

"Shh, Looney, this is the public," he whispered, winking. 

"Oh, alright," I stuttered, glancing at West, who seemed to looking around for someone. "Let me go get Sara." 

"I'm here," Sara breathed as she flung away her Starbucks apron and pressed a cap onto her long, wavy strawberry blonde hair. Her hazel eyes were focused on West, cautious. 

"Oh, thanks Sara," Rolf chirped. "For saving Looney." 

Sara gave a twisted smile. "I owe her that much." 

A look passed between us. 

"Story for another time, we're not that close remember?" West mimicked Sara's voice, receiving a death glare from her. 

I laughed, a genuine laugh. 

"Shall we, my lady?" Rolf asked. 

"Yes, my Slytherin," I giggled as I looped my arm around his as we proudly marched out of Starbucks.