The Dancer

SCARLETT.POV

"Harryyyy" I whine while making a pouty face.

"Scarlettttt" he mimics

"that was mean!"

"you did it to me! I wasn't going to let it go."

I huff. And sit back with my arms folded.

He sits next to me, I keep my eyes trained on the wall.

Hes making silly faces to try get me to look at him.

"Stop it.." I say

"stop what.."

He cocks his head on one side and grins at me.

I smile,

"I made you smile.." He says tickling my sides.

"no." I warn..I am the most ticklish person you will ever meet.

"Oh dear Scarlett."

He sits back then suddenly he lunges forwards and tickles me I scream out while laughing. I'm very quickly out of breath, I gone into the silent laughter stage, where I look very retarded.
He stops and I sit up regaining my breath while he laughs at me.

i glance at the clock..I should probably get dressed.

"I know your weaknesses.."

"Weakness." I correct.

"no weaknesses.. tickling and tea bags."

Well that starts of a whole new laughing fit.

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