A Birthday and Christmas Morning

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Yet another month had passed with nothing eventful truly taking place, though near thanksgiving Lilith had owled her parents to tell her brother happy birthday, he was turning 7.

Even though nothing eventful had happened common occurrences started happening less. Lilith kept getting busy with homework leaving Tom to himself, this only happened once or twice a week and even though Tom wished it was more he was pleased to be left alone. More weeks passed and now it was half way through December.

Tom was sitting in the common room reading when Lilith walked in, and just by looking at her face he could already tell it wasn't going to be a silent encounter where the two could read in a peaceful silence.
" So Christmas is coming up, and so is your birthday, so I was wondering if there was anything you'd be wanting" Lilith spoke as she went to sit down on the sofa.

"No not really, I've never really celebrated them anyways so I see no reason to start now" he stated as he returned his focus to reading. Lilith let out a huff
"Well, if you were to want something, anything at all what would you want" Tom rolled his eyes
"Well, does it have to be a material object"
"No, it doesn't, in fact I'd even give you a hug if you wanted!" she smiled (though she knew he wouldn't want that)
"A hug is definitely something I do NOT want, but if I could have anything I think I'd want to stay at Hogwarts all year and not have to set foot in that cursed orphanage" he smiled at the thought.

Suddenly Liliths face lit up
"BRILLIANT SIMPLY BRILLIANT" she proclaimed, Tom was slightly startled at the sudden revelation, but was interested all the same.
"What's so brilliant" he questioned
"It's a secret" she said with a smirk

Since that day, Tom had seen even less of the girl. She still bugged him during classes but during their free time she was less present. She had written quite a few owls and gone to visit Dumbledore lots too. In fact, just the other day he had heard them discussing something, he tried to listen in, but he wasn't able to catch much. Only small fragments.

"It'll be fine----------------------why? They've already agreed------------so not this year-----------yes he's 3, but that's not relevant-------------------thank you sir, have a nice day"
That was all Tom heard her say, he was starting to get curious. "What is she doing?" he thought.
Unfortunately for Tom, he wasn't supposed know what she'd been doing for quite some time.

That was the last of Dumbledore and Liliths little meetings for a few days, and with that she went back to the constant pestering of Tom. He missed her being busy, it was so peaceful, but alas, that time was no more.

Tom was sitting in the common room when Lilith walked in
"So where have you been" Tom inquired, the girl looked to be in a good mood, she also seemed to be eating something.
"I was with Dumbledore, he had asked to see me" she started.
"Dumbledore is great, he gives me a piece of candy every time I visit his office." she finished with a smile. Tom already didn't like Dumbledore; he seemed like a fool, but now he knew. To give this girl candy, there was hardly anything more idiotic. Though, it's not like Dumbledore knew the energy exuded when the girl consumed sugar, but whether or not he was aware of this was of no concern to Tom. It was simply just another reason to dislike Dumbledore, and any reason to do that was a good one in his eyes.

"What did he want" Tom asked
"Actually he asked me about you and how you were doing, I told him you were fine" Lilith responded, still chewing, Tom gave a nod then they both sat down to read.

Lilith had gotten bored faster than usual, and maybe it was because of her boredom or maybe it was because of the sugar but she had started tapping her foot. Now to any normal witch or wizard a tapping foot didn't mean much, but not to Tom, to Tom it was like the signal that some kind of nightmare was about to begin. A nightmare that came in the form of a hyperactive 11 year old girl.

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