The Hottie From My Past

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Schizzy had been starring down at her boobs, straightening them out, making sure they were looking their best as she waited for a bartender to appear. Before she could finish her boob adjustment she heard a guy ask her what she’d like. She looked up with a big smile hoping it would be a distraction to him wondering or figuring out or contemplating what she had been doing. ”Oh hey there dreamy eyes” she blurted out. As she was blinking her eyelashes at him as she was pulled in by those perfect baby blues she began to realize something. She began to realize she knew this face… or someone that looked very familiar from her past. It took her a moment but then she asked, ”John… John Smith? Is that you?’ She wondered if indeed he said yes if it was only because there were probably a 100,000 John Smiths roaming around London. It wasn’t exactly a unique name that she would instantly be able to separate him from the crowd.

It had to be him she thought. She never forgot a hottie. He had an unforgettable look… and he aged very well indeed. He might be even hotter now than he was as a teenager in Hogwarts. ”But yeah…ummm… well… I would like a Sangria” she smiled with big puppy dog eyes ”Please and thank you”

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Schizzy blushed a little when John came back with her drink and set it down with a wink. He told her to enjoy and she smiled. ‘I will enjoy’ she thought to herself as she shamelessly check out his tight little arse as he walked away. Time sure had flown she she had last seen him. It was so strange. But it was more than welcomed to be reunited with someone who age and time had been more than generous to.

Schizzy could only he’d come back and chit chat. She eyed the bar to see how busy it was. Luckily, for her he returned with a compliment. ”It’s definitely a skill I’ve been able to hone in on over the years” she joked. But then something hit her… what if he didn’t remember who she was? What if he was just pecking around because he was hoping she’d spill a name to help him remember some random woman who knew who he was. ”You remember who I am right?” she asked trying not to sound too concerned (even though she really was). Then she blurted out ”Schizzy, Schizzy Slughorn” before he could respond. She didn’t want to give him a chance to disappoint her or make the conversation awkward.

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There was something about the way he smiled… the way he chuckled… the way he looked at her, that made her think that perhaps she never had any reason to worry in the first place. He complimented her looks and she giggled at the flattery. ”Well I think Scotland’s air has been good to me” she said in explanation. ”But look at you John. You look really good. Like really handsome and strong” she said reaching to give his upper arm a squeeze. She smiled ”You feel strong too” she teased.

She felt he was blushing just a tad … but perhaps she was just seeing what she wanted to see. He then leaned over the counter and asked her what she’d been up to. ”Wow… so much stuff you know? It’s been a long time. But for the past five years I’ve been working at Hogwarts. I’m the Ancient Studies professor now… And” she added, her voice sounding even more lively before ”I have a Slug Club just like my uncle Horace had! It’s pretty exciting stuff” there was a very obvious twinkle in her eyes. ”What about you? What’ve you been up to?” she asked ask just as she noticed his hand and the ring upon his finger. ‘Damn it’ she thought. ‘Of course he’s married. This shit sucks!’. She then added ”By the looks of it, you’ve been hitched” she tried not to sound too upset about it but she was. The hottie from her past was taken and just as always life was so unfair.

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When John told her that perhaps one day he could show her how strong he is she couldn’t help but smize with her big eyes. There was nothing that sounded better than that. But the day dreams of what exactly he meant didn’t last long because she had soon realized that ring of his. He commented back that it wasn’t as perfect as it sounds. Schizzy made an ‘o’ face with her mouth as she awkwardly realized that perhaps she had stumbled upon a bad topic of conversation. He seemed so sad… so hurt. She felt bad for the poor bloke. It was rather unfortunate. He was so hot she could only imagine the sexy little thing he called ‘wife’. She wondered what exactly had gone down between the two love birds for him to not be whistling cheerfully about marital bliss. Schizzy couldn’t help but think if he had married her that he would never had a day of regret. Who would regret marrying her? Only a fool, that’s who! John then told her that he was a bartender and sometimes a babysitter. Schizzy laughed at that… not at him… but to clarify she said ”Don’t worry doll face. That’s basically my job description as well. Working at Hogwarts is usually no different than a babysitter” she winked playfully back at him. She shouldn’t have done that… she really shouldn’t be flirting. She couldn’t help herself. She wasn’t planning to wink… it just happened… it just bounced off her face and that was that. She took a sip of her drink before talking again, ”I never would’ve guessed you’d become a nanny” she joked trying to lighten the mood.

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John accidentally confessed that babysitting made him want kids himself. Schizzy couldn’t help but think that was one of the most adorable things a man could say. She liked kids enough… enough to work with them. Schizzy didn’t love them or go goo-eyed about them the way some people did. However, she imagined if she had produced her own that it’d be different. That somehow she’d feel a strong gravitational pull to love and admire her child as if she’d produced a golden egg. Having a child was basically a strange form of magic she was yet to be able to fully wrap her mind around. The idea that a small human is just growing inside you and then one day pops out on it’s own… as if it could think for itself. It’s almost more shocking than when you hear the sorting hat speak for the first time. She simply replied to his desire to have his own children with ”Kids are pretty coooooooool, yeah” as she nodded her head agreeing with him… probably a bit more eagerly than she should.

Then like most interactions she has with people, there came an awkward pause in conversation. She was still nodding her head as she tried to think of something even cooler to talk about. Something to impress him and keep the conversation lively. However, nothing quite came… All she could think about was how hot he was for a married man and much she was craving a big juicy burrito. Finally, John seemed to attempt to pick the conversation back up by saying ‘so’ but then his eyes wandered just a bit that he was glancing at her yabos. She smiled to herself. Schizzy was always one to admire those who admired her… even if it was just a part of her… like her boobs. She was very proud of her set and she didn’t mind people beholding their almighty awesomeness. She didn’t judge him for looking… married or not. Who wouldn’t stare at them? Who?

Instead of just going with it… John seemed to be embarrassed by his side glance at her jugs. He began to walk away. Schizzy halfway stood up as she called to him ”Wait! Come back! Don’t worry about it John. I’m not offended… and I swear I’ll never a soul” she said winking at him trying to make a joke out of it. Hopefully, that would put him more at ease. ”The girls demand attention. I’m sorry if they frightened you. I’ll tame the tigresses a bit” she said adjusting her top to make them slightly less noticeable. ”How ‘bout you tell me about your favorite quidditch team or something” she suggested with an awkward grin.

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Schizzy didn't notice John be overly emotional. He seemed a bit awkward..maybe a bit tired from working... but that wasn't unusual in itself. If he could see her after a day of teaching all those crazy teenagers he'd see a very different side of her. The side that liked to binge drink and eat boxes of chocolate frogs while reading her favorite novella in her bathrobe. She knew how stressful work could be which is what she attributed his slightly sad look to. He told her he wasn't much of a quidditch fan which she found strange. She laughed. "What kind of wizard doesn't enjoy quidditch?! It's like what we do. That's the one thing that brings us all together." She then fluffed her hair a bit before responding to his reciprocal question of what quidditch teams she liked. Schizzy blushed a bit as she thought of her favorite player on her favorite team. "Well I like the Falmouth Falcons. Austin Cullen is so dreamy. Not only does he own all the bitches that come up against him but he has a look that could swoon a veela." Schizzy took another sip of her drink. "You don't like quidditch... what do you like John? What gets your motor running" She looked at him curiously. Schizzy was eager to know what a man like John was into.