That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 2, Chapter 18- Vegetarianism

The news of the new attack spreads like wildfire throughout the castle. By the time the forms to leave for Christmas started popping up over the castle, everyone rushed to sign up. Everyone but Draco and I. Aunt Narcissa and Uncle Lucius wrote to us at the beginning of December stating that they have to do something rather serious over the break and they needed us to stay at school. They did write promises that our presents will be sent to Hogwarts which did lighten Draco's mood slightly.

"Crabbe and Goyle are staying for the holidays too Violet! They didn't want me to be alone during this trying time!" Draco says to me as we walk towards the hall for dinner.

"Wally is staying as well. So are the Weasleys... I think Harry Potter is staying as well."

Draco scrunches up his face in disgust, "Ugh Potter and his perfect friends. Father will hear about this. Making me stay here with the likes of them all holiday."

We are interrupted by yelling coming from the great staircase. "Make way for the Heir of Slytherin! Seriously evil wizard coming through!" George calls from the top of the stairs. Draco and I look up and watch them come down the stairs very dramatically, Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Percy follow behind them.

Percy must have said something that we can't hear because Fred shouts, "Out of the way Percy! Harry's in a hurry can't you tell!"

"Yeah, he's nipping off to the chamber of secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant!" George hollers.

I look beside me to see Draco's reaction to all this but he's disappeared. So when the group hits the main floor I run over to them, holding my wand like the microphone Lee uses at quidditch games. "Potter! Mister Potter! Violet LeStrange for the Daily Prophet! Please Mister Potter, when are you planning your next attack, and who is the special someone?" I put my wand under his chin like I'm waiting for his response.

George, Fred, and Ron howl with laughter, even Harry cracks a smile. "Don't encourage them!" Ginny wails from the back of the group.

"This is not a laughing matter! People are seriously injured!" Percy says as sternly as he possibly can.

I take my wand from Harry and bring it back close to my mouth. "Percy Weasley, care to comment on the victim's behalf? Inside sources tell me that you visit them every night and sing them lullabies!" I put my wand under Percy's chin and look at him with wide eyes.

Everyone laughs at that, besides Percy of course who just swats my wand out of his face and storms off towards the great hall. I tuck my wand into my robe and ruffle Harry's already messy hair with my hand. "I'm only joking. You know that right?"

With a big smile on his face Harry responds, "Yeah, it makes me feel loads better actually." Hermione grabs both Harry and Rons hands and pulls them away from us.

"If you ever start working at the Daily Prophet that has to be your first edit," Fred says, still sort of laughing at my joke.

"You're all idiots!" Ginny squeals. "This is serious!" She pushes past her older brothers and chases after Harry and the others.

"Ya know, every day she sounds more and more like mum," George says, watching his little sister go into the great hall. "Kind of terrifying really."

I link arms with both Fred and George, with me in the middle of the chain and we all skip to the dining hall, making complete fools of ourselves.

"Alright. I'll see you lot tomorrow, once everyone's gone out of the castle." I say, Fred, kisses my cheek goodbye and goes over to the Gryffindor table where he's met with a lot of "Hey Weasley" from all of the students.

"D'you want to sneak out tonight? The snow is beautiful in the moonlight." George whispers in my ear to make sure no one around hears.

"Snow is also a great way to leave footprints." I whisper back to him, "Better not risk it, there is a very evil second-year wizard lurking about these days."

George raises his eyebrow, "What does your cousin have to do with any of this?" My eyes go wide and I scoff, minorly offended. I hit his arm, "Only joking, no need to get violent Violet."

I roll my eyes and kiss his lips gently. "I'll see you tomorrow," I whisper to him.

George looks at me in the eyes and rubs his thumb along my jawbone, "You know..." he says very soft and lovingly, "if you keep rolling your eyes as much as you do, they're going to get stuck like that."

"God you really know how to ruin a moment don't you Weasley." I walk away from him, towards Emma and Walter who are already filling their plates with food.

"I'm just worried about your eye health!" George calls out after me. I turn around and give him the wanker sign before turning back around and meeting with my friends.

"Violet, please tell Emma that just because Adrien is now dating Clarissa does not mean that she should give up being a vegetarian," Walter says, jutting his chin out at Emma's plate that's stacked high with ribs and chicken legs.

"It doesn't even matter anymore! My whole life is over!" She wails and picks up a rib. She waves it around, resulting in stray drops of sauce hitting a seventh-year student sitting nearby right on the cheek. "Sorry, I'm just going through a lot." She says to the seventh year.

"If it's not making you happy then don't do it. Eat all the meat you want Em, I'm not going to stop you." I squeeze into the spot beside Wally and peck him on the cheek as a greeting. "I'll just sit here and stare at you the entire time you eat it."

Emma looks at me, then back at her plate, "Fuck Adrien." She says loudly before sinking her teeth into the rib she's been waving around the same way Lockhart uses his wand. I cheer and hit the table, Walter joins in. You have to love mob mentality because it doesn't take long for more than half of the Slytherin table to start banging their fists on the table chanting "Eat meat!" a million times over.

When dinner is over and all the plates have been cleared away we make our way back to the common room. Walter says he wants to get an early night and heads off to bed so I decide to help Emma pack what she needs for winter break.

"Oh, before I forget. Let me get your Christmas present." I say when Emma and I are in our dorm. I go over and rummage through my trunk before finding a small-ish bloc wrapped in soft satin fabric. I hop onto her bed and sit on it cross-legged. I hand her the box with both hands.

"Wait let me get yours." She crawls (literally) on all fours back over to her trunk and pulls out a perfectly wrapped green box with a silver bow on top. She comes back and sits on her bed facing me. We exchange gifts and rip into them.

I open my box and gasp. Inside is a forest green felt beret. "Emma this is stunning!" I pull it out and put it on my head.

"I just knew it would make a stunning contrast with your hair! I'm so glad you like it! I got it from an adorable shop in France over the summer, so no one should have the same one!" Emma pulls the present I got her out of the box. She pulls out a pair of white lace gloves and immediately puts them on. They change to a pink colour and she gasps.

"I saw an ad for them in the daily prophet last time we went on the Hogsmeade trip! I wrote to my aunt as soon as I could so she could get a pair, they came just in time. They change colour based on your mood. There should be a piece of parchment with them that tell you what each colour means."

Emma throws her arms around me in a hug. "They're beautiful! I'll never ever take them off!"

For the rest of the night, Emma and I stay in our dorm, much to our dormmates annoyance. We turn on the radio and dance in our pyjamas and eat all the leftover candy we have from the Hogsmeade trip a few weekends ago.

Finally, at about midnight, Emma and I collapse from exhaustion and fall asleep almost instantly, me with my new hat on, and Emma still wearing her gloves. The past two Christmas's have taught me that being around your blood family isn't always the best. Even in this one night dancing with Emma, I've had more fun than the Christmas's as a child. Stuck in an itchy dress surrounded by a bunch of very rude aunts and uncles who criticize you for not sitting up straight, or for making their tea wrong.