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Dad and I went over to Neville's for Christmas today.
It was just me and Neville, as far as kids go, so it was quiet. Nice, too, because it was just me and Neville; it was almost guaranteed that the adults would talk to each other the entire time and ignore us. So he and I went into the den while the adults stayed in the living room.
"How's Hogwarts?" he asked after a moment or two of silence.
"Good. Very pleasant, with the Carrows gone."
He laughed. "Yeah. Wish I could see it...you know...enjoy the peace."
I nodded. "Everyone still sings 'Carrow-Like Idiot,' though."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Even most of the Slytherins know it now, and all of the older students have been teaching it to the first years, and the ghosts still sing it..." We both laughed, then Neville sang the first line.
Don't wanna be a Carrow-like idiot...
I sang the next line: Two people controlled by the Dark Lord and that's how it went for the first verse. By the chorus, we were singing in unison.
Do I look like some incompetent fatso?
They're pretty stupid, to be sure
They both eat as much as they're able
So big they can't fit at the table
But when have they ever cared at a-all?
Think they're too good for a diet
When they eat, they're not very quiet
You can't keep anything down at all!
Don't wanna be a Carrow-like idiot
Two people controlled by the Dark Lord
Alecto's the biggest girl I've ever known
And no, she's not only big-boned
She runs all around Hogwarts
Wearing little tiny tight shorts
First years lose their appeti-ites
Her face is like a bad dream
Seeing it makes you wanna scre-am
Quick now, turn out the light!
Don't wanna be a Carrow-like idiot
Two people controlled by the Dark Lord
Amycus is the meanest wizard in Britain
Tell you the truth, I think he killed my kitten
He goes around torturing students
Nobody knows how he can do it
Oh right just look at his fa-ace!
He's got really really bad hair
Blows around in the ai-ir
Greasy stuff gets in your face!
When we finished, we saw all of Neville's relatives and my dad watching us. We both grinned sort of sheepishly--and then they applauded, so we grabbed hands and bowed.
"Is that what you did all last year?" his grandmother said, laughing.
"No, we did a ton of others," he said. "That was just one of the best."
"We also got Peeves to stick mistletoe to the back of Amycus' butt with a note that said 'Pucker up and kiss it, Hogwarts!'" he added, and everyone laughed.
Neville and I spent most of dinner telling everyone about all the pranks the DA had pulled throughout the year. Even though Neville did most of the talking because I hadn't been there for some of the pranks, it was almost as if I had been there, he told the stories so vividly.
Too soon, it was time to go. Just before Dad and I left, Neville and I stood in the entryway, talking.
"Wish I could stay a little longer," I said.
"Maybe we should tell them more DA stories."
"Like about being locked in a cellar? Happy days."
He laughed. We were standing very close, and for some reason I couldn't quite grasp, it made me nervous.
"Glad you made it out, at least."
"Me too." We faced each other for a minute, then, slowly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back, and we pulled away just before Dad walked in.
"Merry Christmas," he said after a minute.
"Merry Christmas." I started smiling once Dad and I were out the door, and by then I couldn't stop.
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Otter
Going back to Hogwarts was the right thing to do, but I still missed Ron and Harry. Yes, we talked on the blog, but it's not the same as seeing each other face-to-face. So, of course, we spent every spare minute together, and since the house was crowded today, that meant walking around in the backyard when we wanted a moment alone.
"Lots of people here today," Ron said.
"Yeah."
"I guess Mum just couldn't stop herself." He chuckled. "At least she didn't go up to some bum off the street and invite him over."
I laughed. "You know, I can actually see her doing that."
"I know. That's what makes Christmas so scary. You never know who's going to show up."
"At least she's a good cook, so no surprises there."
"Yeah...cooking surprises are scary."
"Yeah. Draco told me that his aunt once attempted chocolate chip cookies."
Ron shuddered. "I would never be the same again."
We talked for a while before we got bored with just sitting there in the cold. So we started to build a snowman, but Ron threw a snowball at me, and from there...well, it didn't take long for an all-out war to start (I guess there's something about snowball fights that attracts people into the fray, because soon everyone under twenty-five was throwing snowballs at each other.)
When we finally went inside and started to dry off, Mrs. Weasley laughed and shook her head.
"You were right, George."
"Right about what?" Ron asked.
Fred and George grinned. "Nothing."
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Monkey
Ever since Hermione came back from Hogwarts, Ron has spent every spare minute with her. Not that we mind too terribly much--she's a nice girl--but we couldn't resist jumping in.
Harry and Ginny were talking, and me and George were hanging out with Draco when we looked out the window and saw Ron and Hermione building a snowman. Mum saw, too.
"Aww...how sweet!"
Andromda saw, too. "They're cute together."
"Aren't they?"
"Bet you anything they don't make it to the head," George said.
"What?"
"I'll bet you anything they'll get bored and do something else before they make it to the head."
"I'll bet they'll start fighting," I said.
Sure enough, Hermione was still rolling the midsection when Ron grinned and threw a snowball at her back. "Told you!"
We watched them for a minute. Finally, George said "You know, it's awfully hard to have a really good snowball fight with just two..."
We all looked at each other and grinned, grabbed our cloaks and gloves and boots, and ran outside into the fray.
