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22|.christmas

Still Playing : Why don't we - something different

“ They follow us
Yeah we make 'em think it's fiction
They believe it so I guess it must be real ”

Acacia's POV

It was Christmas and I found myself being shaken to death by James. I couldn't focus my vision from the shaking and blinding sunlight harshly greeting me good morning.  My mind seems to be not functioning well having been waking up rather rudely that I knocked James off his Christmas Spirit with a kick.

He dropped on the floor and the loud thud of his landing was enough to wake me up, I rubbed my eyes gently and yawned loudly, stretching my arms only to be hit by a pillow. "Bloody hell!" I yelled in the direction of my attacker and saw James Potter in all his might, glaring down at me but how can I take him seiously when he's wearing the ugliest sweater I've laid my eyes upon, forget Fleamont's. This is it.

"You hit me first." He crossed his arms still holding the pillow by one of the corners, cocking an eyebrow up questioningly but our little feud was interrupted by a cat strutting inside the room.

The said cat jumped and landed gracefully on the silk sheets to greet me and I'm not ginna lie, I amost forgot of her existence. "Jewel, baby!" Picking the cat up and hugging her to my chest. The cat meowed in disapproval of her actions but nuzzled into my  chest anyways.

"Your stupid cat has been hissing at me all morning." He then walked out with a dramatic turn and I can only roll her eyes at how extra the morning have been.  Must be the Christmas getting the best if everybody.

"Mummy is sorry for abandoning you." I whispered to my cat and showered her head with kisses till she pushed my face away in disgust. I let her take over the bed when I headed to the bathroom to take a shower, after that I slipped into short shorts and an oversized red pullover.

I walked out to be greeted by what I assumed to be Christmas carols being loudly played. I made my way to the living room and was in luck to find Euphemia there watching the television.

The Potters didn't seem to mind having to do with muggle things and in the 3 days I stayed, they showed me nothing but kindness. Now where in Salazar did James get his attitude from?

"Merry Christmas Acacia, dear!" The older woman wrapped me in a warm embrace when she saw me awkwardly standing by the door and I returned it with slight hesitance. I still feel like an intruder, if I'm being honest. "Did you sleep well?" I nodded to answrr her question yes, only my morning wasn't too great getting hit by a pillow and all.

Speaking of an idiot ruining mornings, James Potter walked in with a plate of cookies in hand and a glass of milk in the other. "Isn't it too early for cookies, JP?" I asked with a small frown and flinched at the way he swallowed more than he chewed.

I felt Euphemia's hand on my shoulder, "He's always been fond of pastries." James looked up with narrowed eyes, probably offended by how we're talking as if he's nit there.

"Too bad Mom can't bake even if the wizarding world depended on it." He snickered at his own remark and I only shook my head in disbelief, I walked out of the living room to enter the kitchen and found Fleamont Potter dancing to a song and I smiled to myself at the sight of him snuggling my cat to his chest as he move his hips around and I felt someone's presence behind me.

The figure towered over me so I can only guess that it's James, Euphemia is an inch shorter than me. I didn't bother to turn to him, hearing him suppress his laughter and I almost slipped a chuckle.

I just let the song end until a very lively one came up, one where you're expected to jump around and bang your head on walls maybe until a hand took hold of my elbow. I was dragged toward the ‘dance floor’ by James Potter who held a mischievous grin and started dancing infront of me while I stood motionless.

He span around and even displayed the shaking of his bum to me while I stifle my laughs with my hand, Euphemia joined the party had danced with her husband who is still holding my cat who seemed to be enjoying the event taking place.

"Come on Acie," James cooed at me and he might've expected me to reject the hand offered but I proved him wrong by taking it and spining with out connected hands hover above us. I could tell by the visible shock in his face and I freely laughed.

He was sliding around the well-polished floor with the help of his Gryffindor socks and I found myself saving him from having terrible landings on the floor.

It was all laughter and smiles in my first ever Christmas with an actual family, they might not look at me that way too but I'm just glad to have felt such warmth.

The evening after was the same, dinner was amazing with Euphemia's remarkable cooking. Fleamont had us playing games in the living room floor with mugs of hot chocolates in hand.

James is currently facing all of us dancing ballet, very poorly at that that I had to muffle my laughter in the mug I cupped with both hands. "Easy, Ballet!" I yelled and he shook his head. "Wrong!" He yelled back and I rolled my eyes.

"Dancing?" Euphemia gave it a shot and got an X from James, Salazar what kind of dancing is that? "Dancing Queen!" Fleamont yelled and I almost spat out the small amount of hot chocolates in my mouth, how is that a queen?

"An ugly Gryffindor hyperventilating like a diseased hippogriff." I answered with a confident a smile and the look James gave me had me settling the mug on the coffee table and I made a run for it.

I didn't get that far, I almost reached the first step on the stairs when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me and I let out a shriek of surprise when I was lifted off the ground and I broke into laughter when James tickled my sides.

I'm not ticklish, but he managed to find my weakest spot without trying that I'm making inhuman noises that echoed down the halls of the Potter Manor.

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i was a giggly baby writing this.