𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

GALLY IS ANTI GUM #CANCELLED

"That's...wow." Newt's glittered face was wrapped in shock by my recount of events that occurred the night previous. The rest of the boys seemed just as baffled by my story. I had told them the whole thing from start to finish after lunch had been done and over with.

"Yeah." I said softly. "Hey Frypan do you have any leftover cookies?" People's groans echoed the homestead from my lack of attentiveness.

"Nah, sorry y/n." One of Frypan's lashes threatened to droop off.

"Eh that's okay. Well I'm gonna let that all settle, it seems like you guys have a lot to process, and Gally is going to help me move my stuff into the treehouse." Gally sat up from his chair and followed me to my hobble of a closet. After he unlocked it we gathered all of my belongings (which wasn't that much in the first place). I lingered in the doorway for a moment, remembering all the times I had slept in there, all the spiders that I had killed after they would crawl over me. "Goodbye Harry Potter closet. You were a real one." I bid farewell to my dark home tracing my finger on the door's frame.

"Who's Harry Potter?" Gally asked as he held a box stuffed full of my random crap. I rolled my eyes leaving the closet behind.

"Uh Harry Potter's only like the boy who lived."

"What'd this Harry Pothead live through?"

"He survived  You-Know-Who."

"Who? What?"

"That's his alias Dummy. His real name is Voldemort but people don't say it because they're scared shitless of him." I continued talking as we stepped out to the homestead's porch. "I cannot believe the creators wiped Harry Potter from your memory. That is a crime." I looked up at his face as we walked towards the treehouse, analyzing him. "You'd probably be a Slytherin."

"A Slyther-what?"

"This glade is hopeless." I grumbled while shaking my head. Then something caught my eye. The treehouse. It was just like how Gally had drawn it, down to every detail. A happy sigh escaped my mouth. Inhabited by a new found joy, I beamed. "That's it?" One of my hands found Gally's arm.

"Well yeah y/n, where else could it be." A permanent smile turned up the corners of my mouth. My face almost hurt from smiling.

"That's mine?" My heart fluttering at the prospect of having something I could make into my own perfect place. A place where I would stay. Where I could kick people out of on a whim.

"All yours." It took all of my willpower to not let squeals escape from my throat. I had a reputation to uphold and I wasn't about to look like a little girl. I instead channeled my excitement into jostling Gally's upper arm roughly, borderline violent.

"God I love you, you Nerd!" I said, still shaking him. My eyes never leaving my new home I asked. "Can I go up?"

"Yeah that's what it's for y/n, for you to go up it." I tore away from him, exhilaration bubbling in the root of my stomach. I clambered up each one of the ladder's rungs, desperate to reach the top. Gally followed close behind, climbing with one hand, holding my stuff with the other. We were there on the small deck, right in front of the door.

I couldn't take the anticipation anymore. It was almost like an itch I needed to scratch. So I bursted right through the door. Stepping through the doorway, I spun around, marveling at the structure.

"You like it?" Gally asked, setting down my things and joining me in the corner I had sat in.

"It's perfect." I pressed my cheek against his sleeve. My head leaning itself on his shoulder.

"Glad my girlfriend likes it." His voice attempting to croon.

"Ugh don't say it like that." I laughed, taking my head away. "Makes it sound gross."