Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To all my friends, enjoy the presents!
Day Sixteen
There is a certain charm to giving out presents. Tomorrow is Saturday 17th and also the day the James and Peter leave for home. I'm staying here because of the moon and Sirius is staying here because… I don't know actually. I should ask but it may be a sensitive subject. We've decided to give out presents tonight, as a group. We've not really had much to do with each other recently. It's weird.
It's amazing what Christmas does to the Professors. The new Charms teacher, Professor Flitwick, was seen walking around today with little… things charmed to follow him around. Even the Slughorn was slightly festive and asked the students to make a Festivity Potion. All in all it was an interesting day.
The evening has rolled around as always. I feel rather drunk sitting on the crimson carpet in our dormitory. It's a nice carpet, so pretty, I wouldn't want to mess it up by vomiting, which I will need to do rather soon. I tell Prongs this.
"Such a nice crapet Prongs. I mean parcet. I mean CARPET. Yes, that's what I mean."
"Mmm." He mumbles noncommittally.
"Present time." Sirius whispers in my ear.
He starts to lob the presents we bought. One lands directly in my lap. I put it under our palm tree as James and Peter stumble to their packed trunks to stuff the gifts inside. They then continue to stumble to bed with a vague 'G'night' in mine and Sirius's direction.
"Now for a proper present." Sirius whispers. I don't know why he's whispering, the others sleep like logs, especially with alcohol in their systems. In fact, the alcohol in mine is making my heart thump. I wonder why.
"Close your eyes." Sirius is still whispering. I wish I knew why. I feel breath close to my cheek.
"Okay, open your eyes!"
I open my eyes to find a huge pair of eyes staring at mine. I little pink tongue comes out and licks my nose. It's a cat.
"Happy Sixteenth!" Sirius now shouts.
Why do I feel disappointed?