𝓛𝓘𝓩𝓩𝓘𝓔//HP FF

Sieben

Really just a filler chapter with weird conversations🤸‍♀️🧚‍♂️🏊‍♀️

DRAWING, GREETINGS AND WEIRD CONVERSATIONS

Lizzie did not appreciate having to wait another five days until Sunday, the day she'd finally get to go home for Christmas.

Currently she was sitting in the common room, writing down gift ideas for all of her friends, even her frenemies and her cousin's friends, most ideas had already been approved by her and ordered per owl.

Lizzie loved presents.

Whenever she didn't have the words to say something, she had the money to say it. A gift apology was her main strategy and she had absolutely no problem admitting it.

The only people who got actual apologies were those she cared deeply for, and even those apologies were rare.

The people who's presents she struggled with right now were Lee and the twins who were all three sitting next to her and talking about stuff while she was writing in a notebook, scratching out ideas that seemed too boring or too dangerous.

Or ideas that could be used against her.

"Hey, Lizzie. How long does your ideal hug last?"
Lee asked, while patting her legs that were laid on his lap to get her attention, something her Uncle Kingsley did quite often, Lizzie noted in the back of her mind.

"Uhm,"
Lizzie thought about it for a few seconds, before she decided on a comfortable number,"30 to 45 minutes. And that's a short one."

"Seems rather impractical."
George grinned at the blonde who threw a pillow at him in response.

He simply placed it under his head and winked at her.

"He did say ideal, not realistic."
Fred came to her aid and Lizzie smiled at him.
"Thank you!"

"Then again,"
He grinned mischievously as she narrowed her eyes,"no one wants to risk a cuddle-deprived Lizzie. The legends say that no man can survive that horribly terrifying version of her."

"Then you'd be safe, boy."
She scoffed and threw a pillow at him too but he just caught it and blew her a kiss.

So, naturally, Lizzie grabbed her notebook and pretended to hit the kiss against the wall which made him pout as she grinned, satisfied.

"Rude."
Fred whined and George snorted into his pillow. The older twin was surrounded by a pile of pillows and looked an awful lot like Lizzie's godfather, the way he cuddled into them.

The blonde shook her head slightly to focus on her list again and clear her mind of all longing thoughts.

"Deserved."
Lee corrected while George continued to laugh.

Lizzie rolled her eyes and went back to writing in her notebook. Maybe she should get them pillows for Christmas. She could hex them so they'd...do...something.

Yeah, that was a last resort kind of present.

Maybe her Uncle Kingsley could help her come up with something suitable for the three chaotic 13 year olds.

"Ouch."
George whined after getting a potions book thrown at him by Lee for mocking something the dark skinned boy had said seconds before.

"Shut up, I'm working on something."
Lizzie grumbled without looking up while Fred laughed gladly at his twin brother's misery.

Until Lee threw a DADA book against his side, and suddenly Fred found himself defenseless against the Arts of Lee Jordan.

"Ouch!"
The younger twin groaned in pain and Lizzie's head shot up instantly.