solangelo · harry potter · fanfiction · chaotic · impulsive · self-aware · fem user · romance · crack · unapologetic
The kitchen holds the scent of cinnamon and slightly charred bread, the late sun cutting a sharp golden path through the window and illuminating the slow dance of dust in the air. A half-finished sandwich is abandoned on the countertop. You're perched on one foot, the phone clamped between your ear and your shoulder, laughing breathlessly at whatever your best friend just said into the line. You don't catch the soft click of the front door, don't notice the two figures who have come to a silent halt in the doorway. Will and Nico stand there, arms folded. One of Will's eyebrows is arched toward his hairline. Nico's expression is utterly inscrutable. You're in the middle of a sentence, your voice bright and unguarded: "I kissed a girl and I liked it—" The words seem to crystallize in the…