Rita isn’t quite sure when it happens, when they stop just fucking and start being them. They were Rita Skeeter and Alecto Carrow, but then it seemed they were Rita and Alecto, and now, after a few weeks, when she thinks of who they are, she has to say it all in one breath. RitaandAlecto. It fills up her chest every time, and sets her to smiling
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OH GOD THIS IS JUST OH GOD SO PERFECT AND EVERYTHING I WANT IN LIFE. AND I THINK ALL OF IT IS MY FAVOURITE, ALL OF IT, BUT THESE BITS ESPECIALLY JUST:
She doesn’t know why they keep meeting like this, in places where she can’t lick her way into the other woman’s mouth; what she does know is that the flash of Alecto Carrow’s red hair against the grey of London is unmistakable, and she will follow every time.
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They share Rita’s cigarettes, or big glasses of red wine without a thought, and Rita touches Alecto, her wrist, her back, without even realizing that the people in the bar or the club or on the street are staring at them.
BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE I JUST ADORE THEM AND I ADORE HOW DOMESTIC THEY GET AND I ADORE HOW NEITHER OF THEM UNDERSTAND IT BUT IT'S THERE AND IT'S A THING AND IT'S ALL CLOSENESS AND LITTLE TOUCHES AND CONVERSATIONS WHERE THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER AND PROPERLY LOOK, NOT IN JUST A MENTALLY UNDRESSING WAY AND HELP I JUST FEELS.
YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUUUUUUUUL TO MEEEEEEE.
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