The House of Hawke has been called the traitorous, filthy and scum house the entire time that name was known to the living.
Past or future, one would accompany it with the adjective "Horrifying".
It was a matter of grief for the youngest daughter...
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Three Broomsticks was filled with couples making out. Sirius and I looked at each other, looked away and took a seat as far away from the smooches as we could.
"Why didn't you come here with a date?" I ask him once he comes back from ordering us firewhiskey.
"I'd much rather spend time with you." He shrugs.
I am sure he has no idea how hot and bothered that makes me feel or he wouldn't have said it. Or would have, I don't know.
When our firewhiskeys arrive, we make a silent pact to not end up drunk on the side of the road again.
However, by the second cup, we both know it was to no avail.
"I wanna get more," I slur.
"Me too," Sirius grins. "but I'm the responsible one here."
"I'm not drunk yet," I tell him and it's true. I have full consciousness.
"Yet," He repeats and shakes his head. "Come on, we'll leave or we're gonna end up outside Hog's Head again."
I laugh, taking his hand as he pulls me out of the inn's crowd.
Outside, there is very light snow, the ground beneath us puddly and wet with leftover snowy crystalline fragments floating around.
Sirius turns to me, his face visible only slightly under the street-torch. "I have a gift for you."
I frown, "Is today my birthday and I forgot?"
He chuckled, "No, but today is Valentine's, is it not?"
"Yes, but you didn't have to get me a present."
He rolled his eyes, "Yes, I did."
"I didn't get you anything."
He groans, "I've got a dorm full of gifts that are half-filled with love potions, Hawke. I'm pretty sure you didn't need to."
My jaw drops, "Love potion? How many of those do you get every year?"
"More than 500, every single time." He replies and then bites the corner of his lip, taking out a messily wrapped present from his jacket's pocket.
It's wrapped in red paper and has a hand-drawn flower on top with a note saying 'Happy Valentine's day, El.' I already know I'm keeping the wrapping paper forever.
"Will you stop gawking and open it?"
Unwrapping it carefully enough so the paper is sound, I open the box. It's a silver chain with a magical charm attached to it.
"It reminded me of you." He says, visibly nervous.
It's spherical with a pinhole in the middle. When I look through it, it shows the entire sky with the brightest star in the middle.
