Chapter 16 - More Holiday surprises

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Okay before I start I'd just like to say HOLY CRAP WE ARE AT CHAPTER 16 PEOPLE THERE IS ONLY 10 CHAPTERS LEFT THINGS GON' START GETTING INTERESTINGGGG

AND I HAVE 1K READS AND 100 VOTES HOW THE ACTUAL F-CK DID THIS HAPPENNNN

Okay you guys can start reading now. Enjoy!

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Sam's POV

I drag Liv up the stairs and go into my room. I shut the door behind me and leave her outside for a second. "Hold on! I'm just doing something." I tidy up a bit and open the door.

"Surprise!" I say, opening my arms, presenting my room.

She gasps. "What did you do with your old room?!"

"I changed it a little."

"A little?! This is a complete transformation. I'm serious, you have to be an interior designer when you're older."

She looks around a bit. "I like the colour choice, it's great. Oh..."

She sees the picture of us.

She gives me a thank-you-for-keeping-it-this-whole-time smile.

So I do an it's-all-good-bro one back.

She looks around a bit more and sees th binder book laid on my desk. "What are you going to do with that?" she asks.

"I might write a story, actually."

"About what?"

"Hm... uh... I'm not quite sure."

She then hands me a small present. A fox ornament!

I scream in delight. Well, no. A lot more than delight.

"ITS A FOX!! ASDFGHJKL!"

"I thought you might like it." She says, knowing fully well what the response was going to be.

"You though I might like it? Oh my god, do really realize what you have bought me?"

"Yes."

"It is my absolute favourite animal and DO YOU KNOW WHY!?"

She smiles and says "no..." to tease me.

"ITS IS SEAMUS FINNIGAN'S EFFING PATRONUUUUUUUSSSS!!!"

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I stand on top of my bed and wield my pillow above my head. Liv does too.

"PILLOW FIGHT!"

She whacks me, then I whack her. She whacks me in the face and I fall down onto my bed.

"Are you alright?" she asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I sigh.

Liv flops onto her bed too. We both look at the ceiling and I think about things.

Flashback

"Hey, I've never met you before," I say to a fair-haired boy in my year.

"I'm Thomas. I'm the Voldemort of Hufflepuff."

"I'm sure you are. I'm Sydney, and I'm a Gryffindor."

"I can see," he says, pointing at my scarf.

Goddammit.

"Have you been here the whole time? I've never even seen you before."

"Yeah, but I don't really talk to a lot of people."

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