Thirty Six
"You are absolutely out of your mind, James Potter!" Their laughs echoed across the grounds as they ran without a care in the world, completely indifferent to the fact it was way past curfew and they'd be in serious trouble if anyone was to find out they had just gotten back from Hogsmeade. James led the way to the Quidditch pitch, running at full speed, refusing to let the night die just yet. It simply happened to be one of those poetic nights where the clear skies allowed the stars to shine bright, allowing a certain sentimentalism to take over. One of those nights where you swear you're trapped inside a James Cameron film, everything around you is happening in slow motion and your soul suddenly feels lighter. As if you're watching the scene unfold through a lens. Making it more
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