Literature
2. It's Only A Mess If You Make It One
I found myself inexplicably drawn to Josh as time went on. We began to hang out every second we could, and I found myself more beat up about the fact he wasn’t a Slytherin, something he both agreed with and hated. We would sit every meal with our backs to each other, just so we could sit close and enjoy each other’s company and talk. Most people looked at us strangely as they walked past. The Slytherin and the Hufflepuff, chatting away over their shoulders and occasionally brushing hands like there was nothing in the world that would be against this.
What Josh had said on the first night we met still weighed on my mind, and I wond
