'Umm, no- THIS is your gift, THATS Timmy's.. yeah, oh, and send Tom a Merry Christmas from me?'
I hug Tracy, my foster mum, blowing kisses to little Timmy as he holds the gifts, trying his best to put on what I can only describe as his "big boy face", as he glares at Fred (a 7 year old, shooting daggers at my boyfriend, who's 10 years older than him), although I can see a hint of awe in his gaze.
After I start to walk away, my arm linked with Fred's, he turns to look down at me 'You talk to him like you've got experience'
'I'd hope you don't have to use it anytime soon, or, perhaps not in my lifetime' Sirius says as he appears somewhere behind me and Fred, before being dragged back by Moody, who screams at him for showing up in human form (easy fix, but we did get a few odd looks when we started talking to a dog like that, meaning, when Moody started speaking).
'you wont be dying anytime soon, don't even think about that' He mutters, almost threatening.
Fred nods, agreeing with him, and, for some reason, I've realised he seems to love my own father more than I do.. or maybe he's just trying to get on his good side, and I mean, it's not like anything that happened is ACTUALLY his fault, so I guess I shouldn't be so upset.
He's actually not that bad.
