Bad Romance : Theodore Nott

9: An Unforgettable Night

[victoria's pov]

The holiday break was festive enough to keep more than half the school to stay. Most of the students that had gone home were the youngsters who were not allowed into the ball. It was tonight that would be an unforgettable night of dancing and music, as I couldn't stop feeling buzzed as I made my way to the Gryffindor common room with some gifts in my hand.

The holidays were the only time that house did not matter, which allowed me to come and go as I pleased, going to whichever house I was invited to. Even the castle itself smelled of gingerbread and warm cookies, which constantly created a craving that was met as soon as I stepped foot into the Gryffindor's bright velveted coloured room, and I spotted fresh cookies on the brown table.

It almost reminded me of the Burrow as the twins tackled me for the gifts, setting them down with the rest of the presents that lay scattered under the Christmas tree.

Every single one of us wore pyjamas–Fred and George wore matching red ones with Ginny, as Magnus and I matched ugly Christmas sweaters we made together last year. Harry and Ron were sitting amongst themselves at one of the couches behind Ginny as Lee and George began to withdraw gingerbread houses.

It was a tradition of ours, to see who could make the most wonderful gingerbread house, and every year, Ginny and I never failed to impress. The twins worked together, heavily focused as Magnus and Lee worked on theirs. Hermione waited patiently as she, Ron, and Harry were going to judge–Although Harry was supposed to be the tie breaker half the time, he chose to not get in between and always said they all looked great.

"Fred, why're you making our gingerbread look like the Bloody Baron?" George asked flatly as Fred had snapped the gingerbread man's head off by accident.

"Whoops," Fred said then added, "We could always make him a zombie gingerbread."

"That's wicked," Magnus and Lee said at once, changing the course of their gingerbread house as the twins furrowed their brows disapprovingly at them.

Ginny and I had made a replica of the Burrow itself, from the little pigs to the chimney of the little, tall home. We had even used chocolate for the mud.

"Is that supposed to be mum and dad?" Ron asked Ginny and I when he saw our display as we nodded proudly. "Wow, and I didn't think I'd be seeing them this holiday..."

I drank down my hot chocolate as I waited for Magnus and Lee to finish, who were now working on the magical effects of making their gingerbread zombies "come to life."

They managed to do so after another half hour of flicking through a dictionary of "fun spells."

"Finally!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I don't get why you didn't just help us," Magnus said.

"Yeah, you probably knew it from the top of your head!" Lee added.

Hermione shook her head and said, "That would not be fair to the other contestants."

But despite that, they had won the competition, bringing out the sore loserness out of Fred and George, which caused them to stuff the zombie gingerbread man down their throats.

"Oi!" Magnus and Lee shouted, tackling Fred and George down to the ground. Harry turned to Ron and I heard him say, "This is why I don't enjoy choosing sides."

Ginny also overheard and grinned as Fred and George sat back up after the funny bones had been bruised. "Can we get to the best part now?" they both asked.

The room began to crowd of wrappers and squeals and chattering as our gifts were revealed.

"Awh, Mrs. Weasley made me my very own sweater!" I exclaimed happily to Magnus as he held up his own and said, "Me too!"