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❝ love her uncle padfoot ❞
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TUESDAY, JUNE 20th 1978A giggle escapes my lips and I look at Mallory hidden behind the sofa from my hiding place behind the curtains. The door to the Slytherin common room opens and I hear Pandora's cheery voice, giving us all our queue to jump out.
"Surprise!" We all yell, the noise echoing around the decorated room full of fellow classmates.
"Holy shit" Evan gasps in fright, jumping behind Pandora and we all laugh at him as Regulus thumps him on the shoulder with a look of disbelief.
The music is turned up and I make my way towards my friends with a grin, enveloping Evan in a tight hug first.
"Happy birthday, E" I greet him and he beams happily.
"Thank you" He tells us gratefully.
"Joyeux anniversaire à toi aussi, Reggie" I smile at my best friend as he pulls me into a hug "Je sais qu'il est tôt"
(Happy birthday to you too, Reggie. I know it's early"
"Merci, princesse" Regulus murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.
(Thank you, princess)
"Come on, brother. I have to get myself a drink" Evan declares, throwing an arm around Regulus and dragging him away.
"Dance with me, girls" Pandora pleads and I share a grin with Mallory, each of us taking one of the blonde's hands to pull her forward.
We join a group of seventh years who are all dancing and the girls both laugh loudly, spinning me around until I feel so dizzy that I grab onto someone near me for balance. The room stops spinning and a concerned looking Severus looks back at me, holding onto my arm.
"Are you okay, Evangeline?" He asks me and I grin widely, nodding.
"How are you?" I ask him.
"I'm good" He shrugs and let go of his arm so that he can head over to his friend.
My eyes quickly lose Severus and they fall onto a figure slumped on one of the sofas with a cup in hand. Barty Crouch Jr looks miserable and I roll my eyes, running over to him and grabbing onto his free hand. The boy looks up at me with wild surprised eyes and I laugh, pulling him to his feet.
"Dance with me, Crouch" I demand, taking his cup and placing it on the table.
"I don't dance, Malfoy" He says hesitantly, but I pout up at his tall frame like a child.
"You can't say no to a pregnant woman. That's just mean" I tell him and he rolls his eyes at me, allowing me to drag him over to the dancing crowd.
The boy dances with me messily to the music and I can feel all the stress in my body melting away as I dance with my friends. Pandora bounces on her toes, throwing her hands in the air and Mallory sways her hips to the beat while Barty takes a hold of my hand, spinning me around to my surprise.
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