Chapter 9
On Christmas morning, Violet knocked violently at Remus's door (at an unbearably early hour)
"Wake up! It's Christmas!" She shouted.
"It's too early" came the response.
"Nonsense!" She cheerfully exclaimed, before muttering 'alohamora' and opening the door. She found a groggy Remus laying face-down on his bed, trying to drown out her noise by pressing a pillow over his head.
She giggled, before 'accio-ing' the pillow over, and tossing it aside.
"Time to get up!" She said a bit too cheerfully.
"I'm moving" Remus sat up.
"I used to drive my friends crazy by always getting them books for the holidays." She randomly related.
"Really? Same here. Could you turn around so I could get dressed?"
"Oh sure" She said, turning. "Well, that's not what I got you"
"Erm, thanks? OK, I'm done. Do you want your gift?"
"Of course!"
"OK, well, pick" He ordered.
She faced him, confused. "Pick what?"
"Anything."
She still stared at him, dumbfounded.
He sighed. "This is embarrassing" He muttered under his breath. "Your gift – you can pick anything at all from my stuff. I, well, can't really afford right now to give you a proper-"
Violet beamed at him. "I think it's a lovely gift!" She remarked, gliding across the room, and giving him a peck on the cheek. "Now let's see" She said, half to herself. She walked over to the dresser, and pulled open the shirt drawer. Digging to the bottom, she grabbed a Gryffindor-red sweater, which smelled of fresh quills and newly mown grass (however in the world he smelled like that, she didn't know)
"This is it" She concluded, smiling. "Now, for your gift!" She lifted her wand "Accio Remus's Gift!"
Into her arms flew a rather large fish tank. "Oof!" She squeaked, as it's weight knocked her over. Remus hurried to her, and helped her struggle to the ground.
"What's in there?" He asked, seeing only murky water.
"It's a grindylow! I named him Rufus. You can change the name if you want" She handed him the tank.
"I know how much you like Defense Against the Dark Arts."
He stared at the tank in awe before setting it on his dresser. He then plopped down on his bed. Violet followed suit, pulling her new sweater over her head.
He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard her cast an everlasting smell charm on it.
"Come on!" She ordered, standing up and pulling him with her.
"What now?" He groaned, secretly very happy.
"I feel like Honeydukes" She said mysteriously, before tugging him out the door.
And they spent the whole day in Hogsmeade. As the sun set, they somehow ended up in front of The Shrieking Shack.
"This is the most haunted building in England, you know," She said. Did he see the glint of a smirk on her face?
"It's where I used to transform when I was at Hogwarts" He admitted. "I'm pretty sure I was the ghost"
She giggled. He liked hearing her laugh, even if some people thought it was an annoying one.
"Come on" She said, patting his back. "Let's go to The Three Broomsticks. I'm starved"
Neither of them could remember a happier day since their respective times at Hogwarts.