Werewolves, Vampires, and Witches

Christmas Break Part 1

Skipper

Number 12 at Grimmauld Place is strangely cozy. I feel so at home there despite the dreary decorations. Harry Potter didn't have the heart to change the house much after his godfather's death, so most of the rooms have the same dark feeling they did 30 years ago.

A couple rooms have changed though. The living room has been painted a bright red with comfy couches and a warm fire crackling in the hearth. Lily's room is a watermelon pink, which I have to say... I do not see her as a pink girl. Her room looks neat overall, but I can see a few things poking out form under he bed, indicating that she shoved everything under there. Albus's bedroom conveys his personality perfectly: everything is in its exact order, his shelf is pilled high with books, and his shoes are stacked neatly in the corner. His house colors, which happen to be red and gold grace the wall and cover his bed, showing his loyalty to Gryffindor. And then there is James' room.

When Ginny first shows me in, I choke on my own spit. On the wall above his head is a beautiful painting...of me. I didn't know he was an artist, but it's amazing. I flush crimson and turn away, pretending I hadn't seen it. James is downstairs, helping his father with something, so I'm sure he didn't agree to having everyone in his room. Despite that, it's horridly messy. Clothes litter the floor, discarded books are thrown about, and his bed is hardly even made. The rest of the walls that aren't holding a giant portrait of me are covered in posters of Quidditch posters. I knew he had a certain obsession with the sport, so I'm not surprised.

I love it. It's so him. Smiling, I make my way towards the bed and sit down, inhaling his scent from the crumpled sheets. That's when I remember I'm still mad at him...and everyone's staring at me, having noticed the painting. I blush and stand up.

"I uh... need to use the loo."

And that's how I ended up hiding in the bathroom. Cowardly I know, but what else was I supposed to do?

"Skipper honey, are you alright in there?" Ginny's muffled voice comes through the door.

"Yeah!" I reply.

"Well, dinner is ready!"

"Alright! Be right there!"

Ok Skipper. Pull yourself together.
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We're all sitting at the dinner table, nothing but the noise of sliver wear clinking against plates filling up the room. Ginny has cooked a fantastic meal, but no one is thinking about the delicious food. Every person in the room, I'm sure, can't help but notice the tension between James and I. It seems to have gotten worse since I arrived. The room is clogged up with it.

He just makes me so mad. I glare at my food and stab a piece of chicken with a certain ferocity. I chance a look across the table at him. He looks exactly like I imagine I do: Angry. I can't stand him anymore.

Without warning, I shove my chair back and stand up, anger radiating off of me like a heater.

"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM!!!" I scream at James. He stands up in a similar fashion, spilling a glass of water in the process.

"WHAT'S YOURS?!!" he shouts back with just as much intensity.

His brown eyes shine bright with an unknown emotion. I won't be backing down.