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After lunch, Chris didn't return to the Gryffindor tower. She wasn't in the mood of facing the trio again. She went towards the courtyard, it was covered in deep snow. She was standing alone, feeling that cold, icy breeze when she heard a voice. She turned sharply and saw a familiar person stuck in the snow.
"Now who is following whom, Fawley?" Chris asked looking surprised.
"Just passing by." He snorted. "Ugh — this snow —"
"Wait. Let me help," Chris smiled and pulled him out of the snow.
"Thanks," He said.
"It's cool," She replied and walked back.
"What happened?" Jason came beside her. "The girl who can't stop talking, wanted to be alone?"
"Yes, and guess what — the rude boy who never likes to talk is trying to make a conversation here," Chris said rolling her eyes.
"I was bored. Usually, I work on my subjects or study different books to kill time but I've finished my subject books and works, so, just wanted to take a break."
"Are you ok? I think you're unusual than me, today." Chris said smirking.
"You know what? My bad. I shouldn't have come here. First that snow — now you. I should've stayed in the library. Bye." He turned away.
Chris grabbed his hand, "Hey! Hey! Sorry — just a weird day."
Jason looked at Chris.
"Mine too." He sighed. "Don't ask me why?"
"Okay. So — why didn't you go home for Christmas?" Chris asked.
"My mom went to a celebration at her sister's place outside the country."
"And your dad?"
"Dead."
"Oh! Sorry."
There was an awkward silence.
"Why didn't you go home?" asked Jason.
"My dad is out on a business trip."
"Is your mom also —?"
"No no. She is alive — she lives with her new family." Chris said looking away.
"Sorry."
"It's fine. I don't feel anything for her anymore."
"Lie."
"What?" Chris looked at him.
"You're lying. If you hadn't felt anything then you wouldn't have turned your face away."
"What're you? A lie catching expert?" Chris raised her eyebrows.
"No. A lying expert. I do that every time I lie so I know." He sighed.
There was another long awkward pause.
"Do you have friends?" Chris asked.
"No. I don't do friends. I think you shouldn't open yourself in front of someone completely."
"Why not? That's why friends are for. We can tell them anything."
"So you tell your friends everything?"
"Ye—" Chris remembered the things she had hid from her friends. "I will, soon."
"You can't tell everything to someone. Somethings you need to lock inside yourself. That's life."
"Maybe you're wrong."
"That also means — maybe I'm right?"
"Maybe." Chris shrugged.
"Exactly."
It was getting dark and the snowfall increased.
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"We should go inside," Chris said after a few moments.
"Right. Bye." Jason said and hurriedly left.
"Weird," Chris shook her head.
Next morning, in the rest of the castle, the usual magnificent Christmas decorations had been put up, despite the fact that hardly any of the students remained to enjoy them. Thick streamers of holly and mistletoe were strung along the corridors, mysterious lights shone from inside every suit of armour and the Great Hall was filled with its usual twelve Christmas trees, glittering with golden stars. A powerful and delicious smell of cooking pervaded the corridors, and by Christmas Eve.
Chris woke up in the morning by the sound of Leon, who was literally hooting near her ears.
"Yes, yes, Merry Christmas to you too, Leon." Chris patted Leon and he enjoyed it. Then Chris found lot's of gifts in front of her.
Her dad had sent her a brand-new bag, Hagrid had sent a cake which was hard as a brick. Then Colin had given some designer handmade photo-frames for her pictures, Luna sent a book named "The Tales of Beedle the Bard." But most surprising thing Chris saw was, Mrs Weasley's aqua coloured jumper with Chris' name's first letter knitted on the front, also a dozen home-baked mince pies, some Christmas cake and a box of nut brittle, with a card made by Ginny. Ginny's card said that Mrs Weasley wanted to thank her for the last time, when she saved her from that chamber but didn't know how, so this year she decided to make a jumper for her like the others in Weasley family. Indicating that, now Chris was also a part of their family. Chris smiled reading the card.
Chris had sent Colin a wizards game set, Luna a beautiful and colourful hat. She brought gifts for Harry, Ron and Hermione as well; so she got ready, wore the jumper made my Mrs Weasley and went towards boys dormitory, she was sure Hermione will be there.
Chris entered Harry and Ron's room and heard Hermione's voice.
"Well — who'd send Harry something as expensive as that, and not even tell him they'd sent it?" said Hermione.
"What happened?" Chris asked.
"Hey, you got a jumper too?" Ron said noticing her aqua coloured jumper.
"Yeah. Your mother sent me one." Chris smiled and gave them their presents. "So what's going on?"
"Er — nothing — it's just a broom, Hermione," Harry said.
"A broom can be jinxed, Harry. Don't you remember your first match?" Hermione said hotly.
"Anyone want to fill me in?" Chris asked again and noticed a Firebolt in front of Harry.
"Harry got a Firebolt and there is no name who send it. Hermione is over-reacting." Ron said lazily.
"No. She is not, Ron. She is right it can be jinxed. Harry has enough enemies who want him dead and everyone knows his love for Quidditch, they can definitely use it as a trick to kill him." Chris said seriously.
"See Chris understood my point," Hermione said.
"What rubbish." Ron snorted.
"Ron, you were worried about the grim, weren't you? So now you can risk your best friends life for a broom?" Chris said.
But before Ron could answer, Crookshanks sprang from Seamus's bed, right at Ron's chest.
"GET – HIM – OUT – OF – HERE!" Ron bellowed as Crookshanks's claws ripped his pyjamas and Scabbers attempted a wild escape over his shoulder. Ron seized Scabbers by the tail and aimed a misjudged kick at Crookshanks which hit the trunk at the end of Harry's bed, knocking it over and causing Ron to hop on the spot, howling with pain.
Crookshanks's fur suddenly stood on end. A shrill, tinny whistling was filling the room.
"What's that?" Chris asked holding her ears.
"I forgot about that!" Harry said, "It's Ron's gift for my birthday, this is a Pocket Sneakoscope. If there's someone untrustworthy around, it's supposed to light up and spin."
"But I think it's broken, it's making this sound from the train," Ron said still clutching his leg.
"Wow — interesting." Chris said looking at it.
The Sneakoscope whirled and whistled in Harry's palm. Crookshanks was hissing and spitting at it.
"You'd better take that cat out of here, Hermione," said Ron furiously; he was sitting on Harry's bed nursing his toe. "Can't you shut that thing up?" he added to Harry, as Hermione strode out of the room, Crookshanks's yellow eyes still fixed maliciously on Ron.
Harry stuffed the Sneakoscope back inside the socks and threw it back into his trunk. All that could be heard now was Ron's stifled moans of pain and rage. Scabbers was huddled in Ron's hands.
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After lunch, Chris didn't return to the Gryffindor tower. She wasn't in the mood of facing the trio again. She went towards the courtyard, it was covered in deep snow. She was standing alone, feeling that cold, icy breeze when she heard a voice. She turned sharply and saw a familiar person stuck in the snow.
"Now who is following whom, Fawley?" Chris asked looking surprised.
"Just passing by." He snorted. "Ugh — this snow —"
"Wait. Let me help," Chris smiled and pulled him out of the snow.
"Thanks," He said.
"It's cool," She replied and walked back.
"What happened?" Jason came beside her. "The girl who can't stop talking, wanted to be alone?"
"Yes, and guess what — the rude boy who never likes to talk is trying to make a conversation here," Chris said rolling her eyes.
"I was bored. Usually, I work on my subjects or study different books to kill time but I've finished my subject books and works, so, just wanted to take a break."
"Are you ok? I think you're unusual than me, today." Chris said smirking.
"You know what? My bad. I shouldn't have come here. First that snow — now you. I should've stayed in the library. Bye." He turned away.
Chris grabbed his hand, "Hey! Hey! Sorry — just a weird day."
Jason looked at Chris.
"Mine too." He sighed. "Don't ask me why?"
"Okay. So — why didn't you go home for Christmas?" Chris asked.
"My mom went to a celebration at her sister's place outside the country."
"And your dad?"
"Dead."
"Oh! Sorry."
There was an awkward silence.
"Why didn't you go home?" asked Jason.
"My dad is out on a business trip."
"Is your mom also —?"
"No no. She is alive — she lives with her new family." Chris said looking away.
"Sorry."
"It's fine. I don't feel anything for her anymore."
"Lie."
"What?" Chris looked at him.
"You're lying. If you hadn't felt anything then you wouldn't have turned your face away."
"What're you? A lie catching expert?" Chris raised her eyebrows.
"No. A lying expert. I do that every time I lie so I know." He sighed.
There was another long awkward pause.
"Do you have friends?" Chris asked.
"No. I don't do friends. I think you shouldn't open yourself in front of someone completely."
"Why not? That's why friends are for. We can tell them anything."
"So you tell your friends everything?"
"Ye—" Chris remembered the things she had hid from her friends. "I will, soon."
"You can't tell everything to someone. Somethings you need to lock inside yourself. That's life."
"Maybe you're wrong."
"That also means — maybe I'm right?"
"Maybe." Chris shrugged.
"Exactly."
It was getting dark and the snowfall increased.
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"We should go inside," Chris said after a few moments.
"Right. Bye." Jason said and hurriedly left.
"Weird," Chris shook her head.
Next morning, in the rest of the castle, the usual magnificent Christmas decorations had been put up, despite the fact that hardly any of the students remained to enjoy them. Thick streamers of holly and mistletoe were strung along the corridors, mysterious lights shone from inside every suit of armour and the Great Hall was filled with its usual twelve Christmas trees, glittering with golden stars. A powerful and delicious smell of cooking pervaded the corridors, and by Christmas Eve.
Chris woke up in the morning by the sound of Leon, who was literally hooting near her ears.
"Yes, yes, Merry Christmas to you too, Leon." Chris patted Leon and he enjoyed it. Then Chris found lot's of gifts in front of her.
Her dad had sent her a brand-new bag, Hagrid had sent a cake which was hard as a brick. Then Colin had given some designer handmade photo-frames for her pictures, Luna sent a book named "The Tales of Beedle the Bard." But most surprising thing Chris saw was, Mrs Weasley's aqua coloured jumper with Chris' name's first letter knitted on the front, also a dozen home-baked mince pies, some Christmas cake and a box of nut brittle, with a card made by Ginny. Ginny's card said that Mrs Weasley wanted to thank her for the last time, when she saved her from that chamber but didn't know how, so this year she decided to make a jumper for her like the others in Weasley family. Indicating that, now Chris was also a part of their family. Chris smiled reading the card.
Chris had sent Colin a wizards game set, Luna a beautiful and colourful hat. She brought gifts for Harry, Ron and Hermione as well; so she got ready, wore the jumper made my Mrs Weasley and went towards boys dormitory, she was sure Hermione will be there.
Chris entered Harry and Ron's room and heard Hermione's voice.
"Well — who'd send Harry something as expensive as that, and not even tell him they'd sent it?" said Hermione.
"What happened?" Chris asked.
"Hey, you got a jumper too?" Ron said noticing her aqua coloured jumper.
"Yeah. Your mother sent me one." Chris smiled and gave them their presents. "So what's going on?"
"Er — nothing — it's just a broom, Hermione," Harry said.
"A broom can be jinxed, Harry. Don't you remember your first match?" Hermione said hotly.
"Anyone want to fill me in?" Chris asked again and noticed a Firebolt in front of Harry.
"Harry got a Firebolt and there is no name who send it. Hermione is over-reacting." Ron said lazily.
"No. She is not, Ron. She is right it can be jinxed. Harry has enough enemies who want him dead and everyone knows his love for Quidditch, they can definitely use it as a trick to kill him." Chris said seriously.
"See Chris understood my point," Hermione said.
"What rubbish." Ron snorted.
"Ron, you were worried about the grim, weren't you? So now you can risk your best friends life for a broom?" Chris said.
But before Ron could answer, Crookshanks sprang from Seamus's bed, right at Ron's chest.
"GET – HIM – OUT – OF – HERE!" Ron bellowed as Crookshanks's claws ripped his pyjamas and Scabbers attempted a wild escape over his shoulder. Ron seized Scabbers by the tail and aimed a misjudged kick at Crookshanks which hit the trunk at the end of Harry's bed, knocking it over and causing Ron to hop on the spot, howling with pain.
Crookshanks's fur suddenly stood on end. A shrill, tinny whistling was filling the room.
"What's that?" Chris asked holding her ears.
"I forgot about that!" Harry said, "It's Ron's gift for my birthday, this is a Pocket Sneakoscope. If there's someone untrustworthy around, it's supposed to light up and spin."
"But I think it's broken, it's making this sound from the train," Ron said still clutching his leg.
"Wow — interesting." Chris said looking at it.
The Sneakoscope whirled and whistled in Harry's palm. Crookshanks was hissing and spitting at it.
"You'd better take that cat out of here, Hermione," said Ron furiously; he was sitting on Harry's bed nursing his toe. "Can't you shut that thing up?" he added to Harry, as Hermione strode out of the room, Crookshanks's yellow eyes still fixed maliciously on Ron.
Harry stuffed the Sneakoscope back inside the socks and threw it back into his trunk. All that could be heard now was Ron's stifled moans of pain and rage. Scabbers was huddled in Ron's hands.
After lunch, Chris didn't return to the Gryffindor tower. She wasn't in the mood of facing the trio again. She went towards the courtyard, it was covered in deep snow. She was standing alone, feeling that cold, icy breeze when she heard a voice. She turned sharply and saw a familiar person stuck in the snow."Now who is following whom, Fawley?" Chris asked looking surprised."Just passing by." He snorted. "Ugh this snow ""Wait. Let me help," Chris smiled and pulled him out of the snow."Thanks," He said."It's cool," She replied and walked back."What happened?" Jason came beside her. "The girl who can't stop talking, wanted to be alone?""Yes, and guess what the rude boy who never likes to talk is trying to make a conversation here," Chris said rolling her eyes."I was bored. Usually, I work on my subjects or study different books to kill time but I've finished my subject books and works, so, just wanted to take a break.""Are you ok? I think you're unusual than me, today." Chris said smirking."You know what? My bad. I shouldn't have come here. First that snow now you. I should've stayed in the library. Bye." He turned away.Chris grabbed his hand, "Hey! Hey! Sorry just a weird day."Jason looked at Chris."Mine too." He sighed. "Don't ask me why?""Okay. So why didn't you go home for Christmas?" Chris asked."My mom went to a celebration at her sister's place outside the country.""And your dad?""Dead.""Oh! Sorry."There was an awkward silence."Why didn't you go home?" asked Jason."My dad is out on a business trip.""Is your mom also ?""No no. She is alive she lives with her new family." Chris said looking away."Sorry.""It's fine. I don't feel anything for her anymore.""Lie.""What?" Chris looked at him."You're lying. If you hadn't felt anything then you wouldn't have turned your face away.""What're you? A lie catching expert?" Chris raised her eyebrows."No. A lying expert. I do that every time I lie so I know." He sighed.There was another long awkward pause."Do you have friends?" Chris asked."No. I don't do friends. I think you shouldn't open yourself in front of someone completely.""Why not? That's why friends are for. We can tell them anything.""So you tell your friends everything?""Ye" Chris remembered the things she had hid from her friends. "I will, soon.""You can't tell everything to someone. Somethings you need to lock inside yourself. That's life.""Maybe you're wrong.""That also means maybe I'm right?""Maybe." Chris shrugged."Exactly."It was getting dark and the snowfall increased.Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.novelhall.com www.webnovel.com for visiting. "We should go inside," Chris said after a few moments."Right. Bye." Jason said and hurriedly left."Weird," Chris shook her head.Next morning, in the rest of the castle, the usual magnificent Christmas decorations had been put up, despite the fact that hardly any of the students remained to enjoy them. Thick streamers of holly and mistletoe were strung along the corridors, mysterious lights shone from inside every suit of armour and the Great Hall was filled with its usual twelve Christmas trees, glittering with golden stars. A powerful and delicious smell of cooking pervaded the corridors, and by Christmas Eve.Chris woke up in the morning by the sound of Leon, who was literally hooting near her ears."Yes, yes, Merry Christmas to you too, Leon." Chris patted Leon and he enjoyed it. Then Chris found lot's of gifts in front of her.Her dad had sent her a brand-new bag, Hagrid had sent a cake which was hard as a brick. Then Colin had given some designer handmade photo-frames for her pictures, Luna sent a book named "The Tales of Beedle the Bard." But most surprising thing Chris saw was, Mrs Weasley's aqua coloured jumper with Chris' name's first letter knitted on the front, also a dozen home-baked mince pies, some Christmas cake and a box of nut brittle, with a card made by Ginny. Ginny's card said that Mrs Weasley wanted to thank her for the last time, when she saved her from that chamber but didn't know how, so this year she decided to make a jumper for her like the others in Weasley family. Indicating that, now Chris was also a part of their family. Chris smiled reading the card.Chris had sent Colin a wizards game set, Luna a beautiful and colourful hat. She brought gifts for Harry, Ron and Hermione as well; so she got ready, wore the jumper made my Mrs Weasley and went towards boys dormitory, she was sure Hermione will be there.Chris entered Harry and Ron's room and heard Hermione's voice."Well who'd send Harry something as expensive as that, and not even tell him they'd sent it?" said Hermione."What happened?" Chris asked."Hey, you got a jumper too?" Ron said noticing her aqua coloured jumper."Yeah. Your mother sent me one." Chris smiled and gave them their presents. "So what's going on?""Er nothing it's just a broom, Hermione," Harry said."A broom can be jinxed, Harry. Don't you remember your first match?" Hermione said hotly."Anyone want to fill me in?" Chris asked again and noticed a Firebolt in front of Harry."Harry got a Firebolt and there is no name who send it. Hermione is over-reacting." Ron said lazily."No. She is not, Ron. She is right it can be jinxed. Harry has enough enemies who want him dead and everyone knows his love for Quidditch, they can definitely use it as a trick to kill him." Chris said seriously."See Chris understood my point," Hermione said."What rubbish." Ron snorted."Ron, you were worried about the grim, weren't you? So now you can risk your best friends life for a broom?" Chris said.But before Ron could answer, Crookshanks sprang from Seamus's bed, right at Ron's chest."GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" Ron bellowed as Crookshanks's claws ripped his pyjamas and Scabbers attempted a wild escape over his shoulder. Ron seized Scabbers by the tail and aimed a misjudged kick at Crookshanks which hit the trunk at the end of Harry's bed, knocking it over and causing Ron to hop on the spot, howling with pain.Crookshanks's fur suddenly stood on end. A shrill, tinny whistling was filling the room."What's that?" Chris asked holding her ears."I forgot about that!" Harry said, "It's Ron's gift for my birthday, this is a Pocket Sneakoscope. If there's someone untrustworthy around, it's supposed to light up and spin.""But I think it's broken, it's making this sound from the train," Ron said still clutching his leg."Wow interesting." Chris said looking at it.The Sneakoscope whirled and whistled in Harry's palm. Crookshanks was hissing and spitting at it."You'd better take that cat out of here, Hermione," said Ron furiously; he was sitting on Harry's bed nursing his toe. "Can't you shut that thing up?" he added to Harry, as Hermione strode out of the room, Crookshanks's yellow eyes still fixed maliciously on Ron.Harry stuffed the Sneakoscope back inside the socks and threw it back into his trunk. All that could be heard now was Ron's stifled moans of pain and rage. Scabbers was huddled in Ron's hands.
