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Quinn Fabray is a lesbian and here’s why:

• Quinn never showed any genuine interest in dating guys, she pursued them only because of their status and because she considered them tools to maintain her power: she dated Finn because he was the quarterback of the football team and his popularity helped her maintain her status as hbic and stay on top of the school’s hierarchy

She dated Sam because he had the potential to be the next captain of the football team (status and popularity again) and he could help her to become prom queen

She dated Biff because he was rich and belong to a “good family”, getting engaged with him could have helped her raise her social status

She was drunk when she had sex with Puck and Quinn even said she regretted having sex with him. She only did that because she needed validation and affection, since she was feeling insecure about her body

• she dated boys also because that’s what her family expects her to do. It’s canon that Quinn was raised in a bigoted and religious family, who probably inculcated in her the idea that to be a respectable woman she had to be engaged with wealthy or powerful men. They kicked her out when she got pregnant, imagine how they would react if she was gay

• She checked out girls multiple times throughout the show

• She was probably in love with Rachel or had at least a crush on her, but because of her denial and compulsory heterosexuality she covered these feelings with insults and bullying

• it’s canon that in season one she drew pornographic pictures of Rachel in the bathroom’s walls and she also drew a grotesque caricature of Rachel surrounded with hearts. In this kind of art she probably expresses her contrasting feelings of attraction towards Rachel: she likes her but she CAN’T like her because she isn’t allowed to like girls

• She constantly gives Rachel heart eyes, the way Quinn looks at her is very gay

• She is interested in Finn only when he’s dating rachel I wonder why ...

• She had sex with Santana twice, if she didn’t like it she wouldn’t have done it more than one time. Also look at how satisfied and relaxed she looks here. Quinn never manifested these sentiments when she was intimate with men

In conclusion Quinn Fabray is a lesbian

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WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGERS

“Now, munch on this when I send you off with a signal which will be me vexing the heck out of Mcgonagall!” The excitement not only builds in his voice but also in his deep brown eyes which started to shimmer, he then flashed her sportive smile. Her petite hand were outstretched as he thrusted a double coloured candy. In defence of her petite hands, he had an impossibly enormous set of hands. She stared at the piece of sweet with bewilderment in her expression as though nothing seems more ridiculous than a piece of candy used as a tool to help their sneak out plan set off.

Fred sneaked a glance at her and noticed that she was starting to fumble with her nails, which only meant one thing, she was nervous. He lifts up his hand to gently caress her dirty blonde hair and kissed the top of her head. He mumbles softly into her ear “Just trust me.” And he gives her a wink just as more students file into the hall with them.

The creak of the oak door gave rise to a sudden panic within Bella’s stomach, it felt as though someone dropped a heavy barbel that restraint all the rebellious side of her to come out. As she took a step beyond the threshold, her soft cloud-like voice whispered to herself, “Here goes nothing, I guess.”.

Bella sat herself three rows from the back, so as to be close enough to the door to save herself from the unknown embarrassment she was setting herself up for by trusting Fred’s bizarre candy while still being able to draw attention to Professor Mcgonagall if something bad did happen to her because of the candy.

In her authoritative yet supportive tone, Professor Mcgonagall started rambling on and on about human transformation. “These people who are able to change their physical appearance at one’s own will are known to be gifted with the power of metamorphmagus.” She paced the length of the room glancing to her left and right to make sure every single student was attending to what she had explained.

The other students had their quills and papers out and were focusing intently to scribbling down the whole mouthful of what Professor Mcgonagall was saying, all the while Bella was retrieving her memory from last week where Tonks was changing up her hair colour from shockingly bright pink to purple.

The ringing her voice cut Bella off from her daydream session, “People are born with the power, rarely though, there are skilled witches and wizards who do learn this power overtime.”.

“Do you think I am a skilled wizard, Professor? What do you reckon?” Teased a voice that rang immense familiarity to Bella. A frown drew itself upon Professor Mcgonagall’s forehead. She halted her journey of travelling around the classroom and turned to face Fred who was sitting at the far front of the classroom. Everyone could tell that she was stunned by his retaliation. She manage to stutter out an answer “I don’t quite understand what you are trying to get at, Mr.Weasley?”.

Fred emphasised and elongated the word “Well” in a high-pitched tone as his eyes darted across the classroom and fell upon Bella. She had not realised until then that this was his misdirection plan and instantly she unwraps the candy from the grip of her right hand.

Eyes bulging and heart racing as her gaze shifted to the double coloured candy. Bloody hell. Fred never told me which side does the trick to make me sick. I am going to hex him! Here goes nothing, I guess.

Quickly nibbling on the orange side of the candy, she prayed intensely that she was chewing on the right side. All at once her stomach felt as though it has been twisted and the contents of it were being forced out.

Thankfully his eyes were glued to her the entire time and abruptly he shouted making the other students jolt in their seat “Professor, Bella seems unwell. Let me send her off to the hospital wing.” With a scowl Professor Mcgonagall objected “Ms.Fortescue appeared fine seconds ago.” Her eyes gleamed with curiosity as she squinted them.

“Andddd is now sick. I got to bring her to the hospital wing. Sorry, professor.” He hurriedly collected his belongings and dashed his way to Bella who was utterly embarrassed about being the centre of attention while the nauseated expression drew itself across her face.

The warm palms took hold of her wrist and dragged her out of the class. Leaving the room full of bewilderment.

Their unrestrained laughter echoed throughout the empty halls as heartbeat quickens and breath shortens. The exhilaration they felt as their stomps brave them towards a new adventure together. Hands gripped tightly. They ran for their life. This is what being alive feels like the pair thought.

A grassy and earthy scenery filled the perimeter of their vision. This scene brings back innumerable amount of memories. Fred spotting Bella in a crowd of thousands when he was having a match. Fred bringing Bella and showing her cool tricks. Fred asking Bella to be his girlfriend. Instantaneously the pair was brought back from the flashing sea of memories to reality when Bella puked on the Quidditch pitch. “Way to diffuse the moment.” Teased Fred as Bella averted her eyes upwards to meet Fred who was practically beaming.

“Shove off. Why are we here?” Bella summoned all the power within her to be annoyed by Fred but could only muster a giggle and grin. His arms were outstretched as he pointed to a broomstick in the middle of the field “See that” his voice was tranquil and serious now “you need to trust me.” He gave her a sideways glance with hope illuminating in his aura. She put on a smug face and pestered him “Wellllll, I don’t know. After what just happened.”.

A sly expression fell upon his face “Bet.” He challenged. It startled Bella that the strong built of his upper body suddenly took hold of her legs and carried her body on his shoulder. Minutes ago the two were racing out of trouble and now she was propped on his shoulder while her vision faces where they stood minutes ago. As though his life depended on it, Fred ran faster than usual.

Propped to the nourished grassy field, Bella wobbled and tried to gain balance. “Hop on, then.” Fred’s hands move in an encouraging manner while his head nodded sideways beckoning Bella. Her steps were groggy and paced. At this precise moment Fred realises that she has trust issues with broomsticks. He slides himself onto the broomstick and steals her gaze with a tender expression that he counts on to be the thing that makes her have faith in him.

“Don’t you trust me, love?” He inquired while offering his hand to her. It took her a minute before she decided that she puts all her faith in him. As she takes tiny steps to him, the green eyes never broke the gaze to the brown one. There was an unspoken communication of trust in their eye contact.

She braced herself with courage and ascended the broomstick. He peered to his behind and benevolently said to her “Hold on tight.”. Though her arms may be short, it was the perfect size to wrap around his waist. Head leaning against his back she felt his warmth and goosebumps travel through her body. There was something intimate and sentimental about putting your trust in someone. Not a thing in the world matter as the pair soared off the grounds. Only the presence of each other became of great importance now.

From below clouds appear as though they are one thick dense layer, but as the two soar in between the clouds move constantly, flowing from here and there as though it had a journey. Deliberately the pair acquired a bird eyes view. A tiny tree near the Black Lake reminded her of the whispered conversations that seems days away now. The thrilling adventures in those halls are now ran through by minuscule figures. When one perceives the world this way everything seems small. It makes them realise that they have chosen each other to be a big part of one another’s life.

Far off Hogsmeade was a cliff and Fred was steering the broomstick towards that direction. Bit by bit buildings started to grow larger and larger as the broomstick descended to the ground.

The pair was greeted by the tender breeze, pushing them down to the soft grass, though it was thin it served as a nice comforting mattress where the pair laid down next to each other, above them were the deep blue ceiling and scattered all around it were fluff cottons shaped like various things. The pair took time guessing and teasing one another about the shapes they saw.

He pulled her close to embrace her into a cuddle. In the serene atmosphere, his cuddles felt like a little touch of heaven that was warm and secure. The pair wished they could just extend or even pause the time so they could just stay close forever, feeling right in the embrace. “Love, can I say something cheeky?” His voice never quivered with so much jitters. “Go for it.” She answered him, the eagerness to know increased. “With you, I start to believe that there is nothing to fear in life. I start to believe that there are happy days and love. I feel that I have found someone who is able to turn me head over heels. Makes me feel complete.”

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A STROLL IN THE PARK PLAYLIST

Tenerife sea by Ed Sheeran

Grow as we go by Ben Platt

I was made for loving you by Tori Kelly

You’re all I need by by Marvin Gaye and Tami Terrell

Strawberries & Cigarettes by Troye Sivan

The tiny and cold pair of hand that belonged to Ginny obstructed Starr from walking in steady steps, the light of the world was completely shut. The two walked timidly as the crunch of dried leaves filled in the gaps of sereneness. Starr was certain that she apparated to a place she called home, The Burrow. Positive that in the distance it was the crooked and slanted home that hums with joy and laughter every day. Despite the fact that Starr trusts Ginny, she can be careless and distracted therefore to prevent future bruises and bumps, Starr had her arms outstretched. “Watch your step.” Oddly enough, Ginny reminded Starr at the perfect moment, because ten steps ahead was the threshold that welcomes people to the kitchen where memories are made.

Normally one would hear the clang of clashing pans as it levitates in the air, the dicing of luscious vegetables and the sizzle coming from the soup that Molly would have ready on a daily basis. The moment Starr stepped into the shabby kitchen, she could sense something was wrong. None of the things that happened on the daily basis as explained occurred this time. It was dead silent.

“Why is it quiet here? Where is everyone?” Starr inquired, she grew out of patience and tried fighting her way out of the blindfold. “Will you calm down for a bit?” Ginny tightened her grip on Starr and was out of breathe when she accomplished it.

The floor slowly creaked as the steps of a person who obviously tried to be discreet made their way to where Starr and Ginny were standing. Gradually the sound of tiptoe became impatient steps. Right when the world was no longer full of blackness for Starr, the scent of fresh mown lawn took grip of her entire body and spun her around in the air. His touch was gentle and tight as though the two have long been separated from one another. Once her feet touched the wooden ground, she cupped his face in her tiny hands and said with grandeur enthusiasm “Ron!” Her eyes lit up and she smiled from ear to ear. As though the law of soulmate gravitated him to mimic her, he requited the enthusiasm and said softly with his melancholic voice “Starr!”.

“Wait here, alright?” He fumble about his way out of the kitchen and in a flash was back with his arms hidden behind his back. Starr was sure that he knows when her birthday was and today was no more than a regular day, her curiosity then grew “What have you got behind your back?” She interrogated. His eyes suddenly built up with hope and excitement as he made his way closer to the girl in a blue shirt. “Close your eyes and put out your hand.” He said gently though he was trying his hardest to contain his agitation. At first she was suspicious and eyed him with narrow eyes but she trusted him with all her heart and decided to follow his request.

What was on her hands was unlike any other thing she has yet to touch, the object was soft and light. It warmed her cold hand from standing out in the cold air for too long previously. “Now open your eyes.” Ron rarely sounded nervous but this time Starr could hear how much her opinion on this object meant to him.

Starr was holding onto a blue knitted jumper with a personalised S on it. Lost for words she remained silent and stared at the jumper in awe. Ron broke the silence as his voice quivered while asking “Do you like it?” Starr raised her gaze to see that he had his fist clenched and was nibbling onto it with petrified eyes while waiting for her reaction. “Like it? I love it. Thank you so much.” She was practically jumping with joy as she clutched her sweater tightly.

A tide of relief washes over him, because to him nothing matters more than her opinion, “Thank goodness. I would honestly spend another fortnight just to remake it if you said you did not like this one.” He seemed taller and prouder now that Starr had complimented his creation, it was as though her words filled his lungs with air. The gap between them now closed as Starr steps closer to Ron, she stands on her tiptoe to reach for his cheek then planted a soft kiss as a way to thank him. Blood flowed quickly reddening the entire face of Ron, he quickly shuffled his hair to distract her from the shy grin that was forming. Starr chuckled because seeing Ron all bashful makes her heart warm, she reminded him with her soft voice “You are the best, did you know that?”. The ocean coloured eyes stared deeply into the chocolate one. In that moment he knew he has found his person. In that moment he believed in the word ‘soulmate’.

Shocking to the both of them, Starr intruded the moment “Now come along. I want to bring you somewhere.”. Her tiny hand grabbed onto the large set of hand. She felt as though he was really made for her by the way that their hands fit together so perfectly. The excitement builds up inside her as she drags him to the cold air.

Though Starr often complains about the dreary cold weather, she adores it when Ron pokes her nose as it reddens amidst the chilly wind. Starr jolted back her head as Ron poked her nose in surprise, his entire face drowned in apology as he realised her state of shock, “Your nose is red.” He informed her whilst brining his finger to his own nose to tell her where the redness on her face was. There was nothing better than a little laugh to shake off the awkwardness and hence Starr laughed to dismiss the topic. She entwined her hands into his and said “On the count of three we are apparating.” As she said this her brown eyes were so fixated into his. She was far shorter than him so she lifted her face to meet his gaze.

A look of terror swam up and his voice was suddenly hoarse, “Starr, you know how terrified I get.” He looked determine to get himself out of this situation, his jaw clench and his eyes pierce into hers.

Nevertheless, Starr kept her stare soft and her voice convincing, “Don’t you trust me?” She pursued a tiptoe and reached up to ruffle his hair as her hand travels down to his cheek where he presses gently against them. He breathed slower “Well, yeah. Of course.” He said in a matter-of-factly tone. To this declaration a slight smirk drew itself on Starr’s face, “I promise I am here to protect you. Now, grip my hand tightly and have faith in me.” She felt the strength of his hand as he held her tighter. She felt his trust in her as though with her he can do no wrong. She counted down her voice slow and steady “One……Two…….Three.”.

It happened in a matter of seconds. As though the two were sucked into a void of blackness. A void where everything twirls and spins and entwines. A narrow space where bodies collide and transform. The bodies spat out of nothingness. Landing dishevelled on a dirt track. Head first into the pile of dried leaves.

Starr quickly stood up and cleaned herself from the mess it had bestowed upon her. Whilst Ron was summoning up the power to regain consciousness. The two walked alongside each other. Simply the breeze of the wind breaking the silence. It was music to her ear to listen to the trees brush against one another making a beautiful song. There they were. Finally. Overlooking the world. Tiny houses line up next to each other. Even more tinier bodies inside it. Simply doing daily activities. A mom is probably working right now. A dad may perhaps be changing the diaper. In all seriousness they felt more connected to each other knowing that in this tiny world, he meant the world to her and she meant to world to him.

Taking this all in relaxed them and they sat themselves on the cliff, where the sky seems to be limitless as though nothing can end the colours of the sky. She painted his world with love and as did he. He watched her hug herself as her lips began to quiver. The wind was getting stronger. Grabbing the sweater he made from behind Starr he then scooted to get himself closer to her. She glanced sideways and smiled. His voice was hypnotising and was music to her ears “Starr, may I?” The sweater was outstretched and as she scanned upwards to his face, he was wearing his most sincere smile and gentle eyes. She nodded. He slipped the sweater carefully around her neck and once done he cupped both her hands and warm them up with his breathe.

At this precise moment, nothing else mattered. It was them against the world.

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- remus thought it would be awesome to reminisce his old experiences in hogwarts with his old professor mcgonagall. he reminded of a big big prank that the marauders caused and admitted to her that he was the mastermind behind it all. james and sirius were simply the executers of his grand and mischievous plan.

- thinking of remus as the friend of the group who would stall the other three friends before any meal time because he is busy reading and studying, then the three would leave them and he would continue learning nevertheless. he would stay awake during nighttime because he believes that his homework is not perfect enough and help spellcheck his friends homework. he is the friend that goes to class early even if his friends are behind because he cringes at tardiness.

- james is the friend who has got the reputation of the cheeky joker, however, with his friends he is the friend who would call out remus for staying up to late or skipping his meals and he would lecture about how it is unhealthy for him to do that. he would be the one that drags remus to mealtimes. if remus still resist then at night, after curfew, james would use his invisibility cloak to make his way to the kitchen to grab a few snacks for him to bring back to remus.

- peter would often intentionally give the wrong answer to a question so that his friends would have a laugh because it was a tough day for them. peter would take up dares from his friends, such as coming up to a girl and using a pickup line, only to be rejected and ridiculed by his friends. but it did not matter to him how much of his pride and dignity was lost because of this. he made his friends laugh and smile and that was all that matters to him.

- the loudest laugh and reaction to all of peter’s dumbness would come from sirius, he loves to tease peter frequently. however, sirius is also the friend who would pull peter aside after classes and ask if he is okay for being laughed at. sirius is the friend who notices that after every joke that peter makes and every laughter the lads throw at him, the smile would fade away just slightly. sirius often finds words very awkward gestures of apology and hence sirius would sling an arm around peter and ruffle his hair to show peter he cares.

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LETA AND SIRIUS’S SPECTACULAR PLAYLIST

Take on me by a-ha

We belong by Pat Benatar

We built this city by Starship

The chain by Fleetwood Mac

I’ll be by Edwin McCain

A crackling sound from the fire broke the silence that hummed in the Gryffindor common room. Right before the fire was a crusty and old yet comfortable carpet, where a girl with auburn hair was resting on the lap of the mischievous nerd. Though she was probably asleep, her face was illuminated by the silver light that shone through the dusty window. Leta, who had Quidditch practice earlier, was finally having a rest. Whilst Sirius, who watched the entire thing, was scrolling through the iPod his uncle, Alphard Black, had given him for his 16th birthday. He longed for an adventure any time soon.

“Love, what are thoughts about adding a song called I’ll be to our spectacular playlist?” He inquired as his hand gently strokes her lock of hair to get attention, he assumed that she was asleep. A frown spread across Leta’s forehead as she proceeds to lift one of her eyelid and regain consciousness, “Could you repeat that again? Sorry.” Her voice carried like clouds, soft because they have not spoken for the last 30 minutes. “Never mind that, it will be a surprise then.” He dismissed the thought with a wave of his hand, then leaned down to kiss her soft and slow, her jaw titled upwards to reach his lip.

His voice echoed with excitement as he announced, “Now, enough romance. It is time for an adventure.” His smile widened into a cheeky one and eyes sparkled at the thought of an adventure. Though her body ached from sleeping on the floor, she managed to bring herself up, stretching her arms once she was properly standing “Where are we going?” Her inquiry was full of concern yet she was intrigued by the offer. “A secret. Now, come on.” Sirius was practically enjoying being the one who knew what was in store for them. His hands were large compared to her and it provided a sense of protectiveness as he dragged her out of the common room.

A shrill voice called out to them “Where are you lot sneaking out to?” The Fat Lady was practically awoken by the two who exited the common room and were now running and soaking in all the exhilaration and adrenaline that was rushing through their skin and manifested themselves as loud laughs.

A gasp and a nervous giggle was all Leta could muster from finding a motorcycle parked right out front of the school. Nevertheless, she grinned so hard that her cheeks ached, she was definitely in the mood for a mischievous action that questioning the logistics did not even cross her mind.

The young boy could no longer contain his excitement and hobbled along to his beloved motorcycle. “Right, you sit here.” He patted the front part of the seat. To this command Leta was taken aback and bewildered, the panic in her voice started to rise, she should have questioned him more about this adventure. Sirius can practically see the terror that was building up in her green eyes, “But I cannot drive.” She responded with anxiousness colouring her tone. Sirius stared deep into her eyes while his hand busied itself inside his jacket pocket. “Just trust me.” The lightness and protectiveness of his voice reassured Leta that so long as Sirius is there, then everything is fine. He thrusted out his iPod and danced foolishly as the first song boomed the empty entrance way, Leta took micro steps to the motorcycle but finally made it once the first song ended.

Heart beat racing and body slouching she sat herself on the motorcycle, “Alright, but -“ “Nothing will happen, I promise.” Sirius dropped his body to the back seat where he shifted himself close to her, she could feel his body press against her, the warmth of his leather jacket, the touch of his breath behind her neck as he shifted himself closer to her as his arms wrapped around her and made its way to the steering handle. By nature, her body relax against his, her head fits perfectly next to his neck and suddenly she was no longer afraid.

A gust of wind blew the long locks of both Sirius’s and Leta’s. The motorcycle drove smoothly despite the bumpy road, Sirius put the engine to a halt when he realises that the gate was closed tight. “Not a worry, my dear.” Leta assured Sirius as though she knew what he was thinking about, suddenly a screeching sound shouted from a distance and the sweet taste of adventure was just one threshold away. “You really are a skilled witch.” He said with an air of proudness.

The blackness of the night rushed a sense of fire within their guys. The smooth wind whispers the mystery that the night holds, as it brushes softly against their skin. The stars draped over the night sky fills their soul with joy. In the darkness of the world, they feel alive. At the dimmed sky, they feel like they can be anyone.

Sirius let out a cathartic yell when the song that reminds him of Leta turns on “We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder, we belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under” Sirius was without a doubt the worst singer, however his spirit soared in the night sky that it became difficult for Leta to hide a smile.

Her movement mimicked the waves which synced and melted itself into the music as she sang with Sirius “We belong, we belong, we belong together” and let out a relieving laugh that made her feel as though she was on top of the world, as though she was unbeatable, as though nothing else matters.

Whenever Sirius was able to make a smile come out of Leta, it would always become his most favourite moment. He sneaked a glance at her and saw that she was having the time of her life, lip-syncing the song, her fingers did their own dance moves and she had her eyes shut tight. A second was far too long for Sirius to hold his urge to kiss her cheeks, he took the risk and broke the gaze he had attentively with the road to the girl who was now curling her arms around his neck.

The motorcycle wobbled and the bodies landed with a thud on the pile of leaves that was stacked on the side-road. “Well, that was a bad idea.” Sirius’s hair was dishevelled and pieces of twigs and leaves were entangled in it. He raised his hand to ruffle the mess out of his hair, but Leta beat him to it. “No, it was a good idea.” She fell perfectly to where his left arm was outstretched. She used her elbow as a leverage to help her get up, but before she pushed her body off the ground, Sirius’s hand lay on top of her arms and he said calmly “Stay.”

On the ground, she was facing him and he was facing her. At this point, the pair would do anything to make the world stop. He tucked a strand of hair that was covering her perfect eyes. It was deep blue and it reminded him of the ocean, of how the ocean is endless just as his love was for her.

A steady and cold spatter conjure upon the Earth around them and slowly made its way to their skin. The water seeps into into their hair and clothes, drenching them in a matter of seconds.

The blast of the final song made the insides of Sirius clench as he stood up and hold out his arms to Leta “May I have this dance?” just as the deep melancholic voice sang out ‘The strands in your eyes that colour them wonderful, stop me and steal my breath’.

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