one sickle ~ f.w.

chapter 32

-- y/n's pov --

i feel happy and excited as i walk into the three broomsticks. we're exchanging presents now – i can't wait for fred to see what i got him.

i take my coat off as we find a table next to a window and sit down. spring's settling in, but it's still not warm enough to not wear a coat. "you okay?" fred asks, picking a bit of fluff off his jumper.

"yeah," i smile. "are you?"

"yeah." he grins.

a couple minutes later, a waiter comes over to our table with a notepad in his hand, asking if we'd like anything to drink.

"two butterbeers, please." fred says gently.

"will that be all?"

"yes, thank you."

as the waiter nods and walks away, i look out of the window next to us and watch the leaves dramatically blowing in the wind. "it's so windy today." i say, earning no response from fred.

i turn back to him, slightly confused.

"what are you doing?" he asks, furrowing his eyebrow.

"small talk, i guess. i don't know." i sigh, smiling.

"right." he laughs.

i roll my eyes and lean back in my chair, brushing a few strands of hair out of my face.

"do you wanna do presents now?"

i hesitate and think about it for a few seconds. "i think we should at least wait until we get our drinks, and then we'll see what happens. shouldn't be long though." i say calmly.

"fine."

"why are you so eager?" i'm curious, he seems very excited.

"i have something very special prepared - not to spoil it or anything," fred replies.

"of course you do," i smile. "i do as well, and i'm really excited."

"bet yours isn't as special as mine though," he purses his lips, looking at me mischievously.

"mine's definitely more special," i laugh.

"no, mine is!"

"mine is-"

"uh, excuse me. your drinks." the waiter's here with our butterbeers, holding the two glasses on a black tray in his hand. me and fred's equally widened eyes meet briefly, as if to say 'that was unexpected', before taking our drinks and thanking the waiter as we do.

the waiter walks off, leaving us alone again.

"that was a bit..." i start.

"embarrassing," fred finishes my sentence, laughing.

"that's one way to put it," i reply, before taking a sip of my butterbeer. "when should we do presents, then? i suppose we can do it at any time now that we've got our drinks."

"hmm..." he looks off into the distance - i can tell he's trying to think of a suitable plan for us. he hesitates for a a few seconds before saying, "what if we did it when we got back to hogwarts?"

"elaborate."

he continues, "i just think there would be a bigger chance of one of us losing our presents if we did it here - and we certainly don't want that to happen. well, i don't." he looks at me, waiting for an answer.

"oh yeah, i totally agree - there's a big chance something like that could happen. it's so crowded here, and it's a special day as well, so i think it would be a good idea if we did it in hogwarts."