Toujours Pur | Euphemia Black

Chapter 66 | Complicated

It was early morning on the 1st January 1952 when Olivia Potter glanced out of her window and noticed that it was snowing heavily.

Intricate patterns of ice floated weightlessly downward from the pure white sky above, each flake swirling and dancing, as an icy wind carried it towards the denuded trees in the Potter garden, ruffling the leaves with the breeze.

Pressing her face against her window, Olivia misted up the glass with her excited gasp before she opened her window and allowed the cold winter air to rush into her room, watching as the wind whispered and blew snowflakes around, landing like confetti on various parts of the garden.

The youngest Potter gazed at the untouched snow in front of her, longing to break the crisp white ground with just one footprint that she could envision sinking into the cold snow, the water probably leaking into her boot in the process.

The swirling white and the lush grass collided, the white dominating over the green and covering the grass completely like a clean duvet fitting perfectly over a bed.

The shrubs and trees that were dotted around the Godric's Hollow cottage's garden were stained with white, the snow seeping up their trunks like a leaking substance.

Even from the view of her bedroom window, Olivia could see that the ground was as smooth as a cake and that the snow fell like icing powder, perfecting it to it's finest point so that the garden was a wondrous dessert, just waiting for her to play in it.

Letting out a scream of excitement, the seven year old jumped out of her bed (that was pressed up against her window) and ran out of her bedroom, sprinting down the hallway to Rochelle's bedroom with the intention of waking her thirteen year old sister up.

As Olivia ran down the hallway, her thundering footsteps must've woken Charlus because his door swung open, nearly knocking her over and she paused in her running to place her hands on her hips and stare at him sternly with an expression reminiscent of Mrs Potter.

"Sorry," a rather sleepy Charlus mumbled but Olivia still looked incredibly offended and stern, raising her eyebrows.

"I'm too precious to be killed, Fleamont. Try not to knock me out with your door next time," she shot him a sickly sweet smile before dancing away to Rochelle's bedroom.

"Don't call me Fleamont!" Charlus shouted after her but Olivia simply stuck her tongue out at him, "What are you going to do about it, Fleamont?" she challenged him, flicking her blonde hair sassily.

"I'll tickle you," Charlus threatened but, before he could even step towards his little sister, she had disappeared into Rochelle's bedroom with a smug look on her face as she waved at him.

"Shelley! Wake up, now!" Olivia demanded as she went into her older sister's room, jumping up and down on Rochelle's bed as the teenager groaned and attempted to bat the seven year old away but Olivia would not be deterred.

Olivia strode over to the window and opened the curtains, letting the bright light seep into the room which caused Rochelle to cover her eyes with her pyjama-clad arm as she asked Olivia what the hell she was doing in her bedroom.

"It's snowing!" Olivia exclaimed and when Rochelle glared at her, she widened her eyes and pouted, "I just wanted someone to play with," she finally won over Rochelle with her puppy eyes and the thirteen year old reluctantly agreed to get ready.

With a devious smirk to herself in Rochelle's mirror, Olivia smoothed down her hair before opening the door as Rochelle disappeared into her bathroom, yelling out to Charlus that he had to come and join them or else.