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relationship goal: a relationship

Stiles Stilinski + bats

feat. Lydia Martin

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It needs to be someone who can pull you back. someone who has  a  s t r o n g  c o n n e c t i o n  to you. A kind of  e m o t i o n a l   t e t h e r.

"You’re alive," I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that’s so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta’s alive. And a traitor. But at the moment, I don’t care.

I never wanted any of this. I never wanted to be in the games.

Within five minutes Harry was soaked to his skin and frozen, hardly able to see his teammates, let alone the tiny Snitch. He flew backward and forward across the field past blurred red and yellow shapes, with no idea of what was happening in the rest of the game. He couldn’t hear the commentary over the wind. The crowd was hidden beneath a sea of cloaks and battered umbrellas.

He turned, intending to head back toward the middle of the field, but at that moment, another flash of lightning illuminated the stands, and Harry saw something that distracted him completely, the silhouette of an enormous shaggy black dog, clearly imprinted against the sky, motionless in the topmost, empty row of seats.

Look up! Look at that. It’s incredible, isn’t it? All of those colors… don’t worry about anything else.

Diagon Alley now open at Universal Studios Florida 

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