Chapter 14: Beau hates Christmas, right?

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Aloha.
Idk why I even said that.
Anyways, this can be a short chapter like meh.
Nothing I ever say makes sense.
Pfft
I have serious issues.
............

Anyways, read on.

OKAY?OKAY.
BWAHAHAHAHA
Anyways, I dedicate this to one of my besties, aj146363

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Beau's P.O.V

I opened my eyes after another night of pretentious sleep.

Its.......guess what?!

CHRISTMAS!

C to the H to the R to the I to the S to the T to the M to the A to the S!

CHRISTMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!

Gosh I can't calm down.

CHRISTMAS CHRISTMAS CHRISTMAS!!!!

I feel weird today.

I feel like santa claus.

I got out of bed and got ready.

I heard noises and all coming from downstairs.

Everybody's up!

Ohmygosh. PRESENTS!

I ran down the stairs skipping two steps everytime.

When I got down I met with the sight of Draco.

His eyes widened at the sight of me and he stopped in his tracks.

His mouth was open in the the shape of an 'o'.

What's up with him?

Draco's P.O.V.

I stared at her as she practically ran down the stairs.

I just came back from the garden after I sent my present to Hermione.

As Beau descended the last step, I watched her carefully.

I was sure she would hex me right away and get sent to Azkaban.

Wouldn't that be lovely?

But instead, she did the most unexpected thing.

With a slight leap in her step, she jumped on me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Merry Christmas!" She said in a voice that hardly sounded like the girl that was depressed because I broke up with her.

Actually, she broke up with me.

She sounded so happy, it wasn't even fake.

I was a bit taken aback. Actually, taken aback by a LOT.

"Its Christmas, its christmas, its christmas!" She said excitedly as she pulled away.

"Erm, Merry Christmas."I mumbled back to her out of pure shock.

After what happened yesterday, I thought I'd maintain my distance from Beau because honestly, she scared the living daylights out of me!

And her eyes, that cold blue.

I couldn't get them out of my head.

Is she alright?

My thoughts were interrupted by Beau dragging me by the hand, with a very strong grip, might I add, into the main hall.

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