Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To my amazing, wonderful, FANTASTIC Mother, who found my bus pass!
Day Twelve
I need to wrap presents. I could do those massive bows that are really sparkly and pretty. Or I could go all minimalist like those people… what're they called? Actually, I need to talk to Moony about wrapping. We did buy the presents together.
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Padfoot is coming towards me now with a massive bag of presents we bought yesterday in Hogsmeade. I'm in the middle of a DADA essay. It's the last few sentences and I can't think what to write. Sirius looks over my shoulder.
"To conclude, Grindylows are…" It's a perfect prompt, and it's given me an idea of what to write. Completely different to what he said, but you know…
I finis h my writing with a flourish of the quill I received from Prongs for my birthday. I interlock my fingers and look up at him with a questioning gaze.
"Presents!" He shouts. I wish he had lost his voice with that cold of his. I foresee an evening of wrapping all these oddly shaped presents. Damn
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Next to me are a bundle of presents, neatly wrapped and labelled. Sirius wrapped them.
"Padfoot…" I practically whine
"Yup." He says, deep in concentration, tongue poking out slightly as he focuses.
"Help." So he does. He takes me through the motions of wrapping presents and how to make the fold THERE not THERE. It's quite patronising.
"Thanks." I mumble after a while.
"Happy Twelfth he replies whilst wrapping broom cleaner for Prongs.