[HP] Born to be a pair

In mid-October, the temperature gradually drops.A cold wind blows drizzles across the nearly vertical ring of mountains.

And the school's communal owl finally brings Renee's new winter coat, along with a diary.

She was sitting at the long table eating breakfast, discussing Umbridge's new education orders with a worried Padma.

"Do you think she found out about that?" Padma asked. "Are we going to be fired?"

"No, don't worry." Renee comforted her softly, "We can always find a way—don't meet Harry and the others for now, I'll ask Neville later."

There was the sound of birds spreading their wings and taking off, and owls came gruntingly from outside the door, with letters and packages between their sharp beaks and feet.The light ones are thrown on the table, and some heavy ones are brought to the owner by the owl.

A muscular dark gray owl swooped down on Renee, clutching a sizable package in its mighty talons, nearly knocking her porridge over as it fell.

"Ouch!" Renee muttered, holding on to the limp package, "Can you be a little more careful?"

The owl pecked at her finger, as if resenting her complaints, Renee had to give up her breakfast—cut a piece of delicious buttered bread for it, and then she got rid of the entangled situation.

"What's that?" Lisa asked curiously.

Usually Renee didn't have letters or packages very often, and if she hadn't taken the initiative to use the owl to contact Old Hawk, he wouldn't have been able to find a way to contact her.

"My winter coat." Renee said, opening the tightly packed package in front of her, revealing the dark green ferret coat inside.

The fabric was high-grade and comfortable, but she suddenly picked up the coat and gathered it next to her nose, smelling a faint musty smell.

"This coat is so beautiful!" Morag was attracted, and couldn't help saying, Su also kept nodding beside him, as if their conflicts a few days ago never existed.

The coat was truly first-class beauty, cleanly cut, and the plain ferret fleece was classy and alluring, except—except that Renee had seen it before.

It once appeared in faded and yellowed old photos. The magnificent beauty happily wore this well-fitting coat, and beside him was the old Hawk, who stood upright in a suit and leather shoes. The two looked at each other and smiled, extremely sweet.

Renee didn't understand what her father was thinking, she just wanted to buy a new winter suit, it didn't have to be expensive, as long as it would keep you warm.

But he sent his mother's most cherished and precious coat directly. Is it just to save that little money?

"Renee?" Lisa snapped the gray calfskin book from Mandy's hand, "It fell out of your coat."

"I didn't open it again!" Mandy said angrily, "I'm just curious."

"It's useless to open it, there's nothing inside."

Renee frowned and flipped through the diary quickly. There was not a single letter in it, and even the space for the signature on the first page was empty.

However, the last page of the notepad contained Old Hawk's letter, and his square handwriting was on the envelope. Seeing such well-behaved handwriting, Renee couldn't help but think of her well-behaved father again, and couldn't help feeling a little disgusted.

Seeing her randomly stuffing the letter and diary into her schoolbag, Padma couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to read the letter?"

"Look at it later." Renee said, even though she knew she would never open the letter anytime soon, she still prevaricated, "It's almost time for class, girls, eat quickly."

Umbridge was present for a few of today's classes, and despite Renee's best efforts to see her as nothingness, her piercing little girlish voice and dazzling pink dress were too hard to ignore.

Professor Binns of the History of Magic is a ghost. Everyone knows it and likes to do something else in this class, because he will neither supervise nor punish detention.

But Umbridge's presence made the whole class even more boring and boring-because they had to brace themselves to start listening, and had to endure Umbridge's interruptions from time to time.

"Miss Hawke." Umbridge walked to Renee's side with a smile, and spoke to her in the tone of an old acquaintance, "Is this how you usually go to class?"

"Yes." Renee replied with a cold face, she clenched the quill in her hand, and carefully wrote down the exact time of the goblin's rebellion.

"Then, please describe the History of Magic course in three words." Umbridge continued unquestioningly, his eyes rolling, as if he was carefully examining the books and contents that Renee had placed on the table.

Renee paused for a moment. She didn't understand what a ghost professor could score. Anyway, the History of Magic course is so boring. It's better to choose a ghost like Professor Binns who has lived—er—dead long enough to teach.

"Fun, thought-provoking, and responsible."

She reluctantly uttered three opposite words, and Umbridge walked away contentedly, writing and drawing on the parchment.

And when her bloated body squeezed out of the gap between the desks, the people beside Renee couldn't help laughing in a low voice. Padma laughed so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks, and Lisa's shoulders kept shaking.

Unexpectedly, after taking a few steps, Umbridge suddenly turned around, and the smiles of the several people froze on their faces. In order to avoid her sight, a Hufflepuff boy who was smiling too much fell to the ground with his head down, screaming. There was a loud cacophony.

Professor Binns on the podium was still giving lectures in a trance. Umbridge sized him up several times before he could only ask himself, "Do you have any questions, Mr. Rivers?"

"Calf cramp!" said Oliver Rivers sullenly, getting up from the ground amid roars of laughter.

After dinner, Renee went out to the chilly, vine-covered courtyard.

The setting sun paints the sky with the colors of a winter bouquet, the pink of roses and the orange of tabby lilies.Neville was sitting on the snow-white Roman stone platform, as if he had ordered this piece of sky from the flower shop for her.

They walked side by side on the stone road, and she avoided the stubborn weeds in the gaps, and she also seemed to be twisting and twisting in a very strange way when she walked.

"Did you see Umbridge's education order?" Neville couldn't help asking after a short silence.

Renee stopped, stood with him in the dim sunlight, and nodded.

"Then you—" Neville asked hesitantly, "then you still plan to attend the rally?"

Renee's eyes widened in surprise, she couldn't believe that he just asked.She quickly covered Neville's mouth, looked around vigilantly, and carefully checked all the nearby corners where people could hide, before speaking in a low voice.

"Of course! She tried everything possible to stop us, which shows that our direction is correct."

Neville's ears turned red, and his breath sprayed into her palm. After receiving this answer, he laughed easily and said vaguely, "I... know... I'm afraid..."

Renee also laughed, and she couldn't help pinching his fleshy cheeks before withdrawing her hand, and said casually, "I heard that you and Malfoy got into a fight today."

The melting sunlight accumulated on Neville's face, and his expression became very sad, mixed with anxiety and resentment.

"Almost...he made a very inappropriate joke. I thought at the time that I must teach him a lesson."

"Malfoy is an insidious and shameless guy!" Renee looked at his expression carefully, and seeing Neville agreed viciously, she added, "He often provokes others, maybe his purpose is just to make others stunned Head, do something irrational—"

Neville calmed down and nodded reluctantly.

"—But, how did you fall into his trap?"

This sentence seemed to have only superficial meaning, Renee watched Neville closely with a puzzled and worried expression, capturing every trace of his discomfort and uneasiness.

"... didn't think too much about it." Neville didn't fall into her trap this time, perhaps because he was too prepared for this matter, he just said vaguely, "St. Mungo is not something he can use as a joke! "

Renee lowered her eyes, shadows cast by curled eyelashes.If one could understand Neville better, such as the things he concealed, then the relationship between the two would be more stable.

It's a pity that he is very slack in other matters, but he is very stubborn when facing the topic of St. Mungo's, and he has always refused to reveal anything.

"Tell me about your grandma!" Renee saw that the question could not be reached, and she was afraid that Neville would be conflicted, so she changed the subject, "I always thought that your grandma must be a very powerful witch."

Seeing that Renee changed the subject, Neville, whose face was blushing, couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and said proudly, "She is indeed! I grew up with my grandma. Although she is a bit serious, she is actually a very friendly person." .”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but secretly looked at Renee who was listening carefully, and his ears turned red again: "I think, when she sees you, you will definitely get along very well."

"I hope so, I'm also afraid she doesn't like me." Renee said with a smile, took this opportunity to take his arm, and the two sat down side by side in a corner.

Here the treetops and branches are densely tangled, filtering the soft light into a layer of blue and hazy light.The surrounding area was quiet and silent. Except for this crazy couple, everyone else hid in the warm lounge in the cold weather.

"And you?" Neville asked breathlessly after a lingering kiss.

"I was raised by my father alone." When mentioning this matter, Renee's expression was a little uncomfortable, but after the tenderness just now, there was still a morbid blush on her pale face.

"Until I was six years old, there was Mrs. Duncan, a widow from the neighbor's family, who helped me to look after me. Then we moved from the close and warm life with neighbors to a lonely lakeside cottage, and I took care of myself."

Appropriate disclosure of some childhood life really made Neville feel pity and sympathy (maybe there is a little bit of empathy? Renee guessed)

Because of this, she tore off her inner and outer dignity, threw it heavily on the ground, and begged for mercy at the other party with a painful expression on her face.

"It's hard enough for my father to be able to afford our living expenses," Renee said, "so it's understandable that he was careless in raising the children...

All in all, if you have time during the holidays, come to town - not much fun, but at the ice cream parlor I work at, there are many flavors and they taste great, and I make the ice cream. "

She blinked playfully, pretending to be strong and optimistic: "Your cone will be a solid super tall one!"

"I'll definitely come!" Neville said firmly, as if he had already decided that Renee was a poor, lonely little girl who couldn't be happy during the holidays. He held her hands tightly, trying to convey his feelings To Renee.

"Meow."

When they continued to be tender, a hoarse meow sounded, which startled the two of them.

Renee took a closer look, only to realize that it was Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, wagging its tail, staring at them with bulging eyes like light bulbs, and fell to the ground with its scrawny body.

"It's over!" Neville clenched his hands in fear and stood up tremblingly, "Mrs. Norris is here, Filch will be here soon!"

As if echoing his words, Mrs. Norris suddenly started screaming. The piercing cat meow made the two of them look pained, and they blocked their ears one after another.

"What are you waiting for? Run!" Renee also screamed, pulling Neville away from the courtyard that was no longer safe. He stumbled and ran along, almost tripping over trees, vines and upturned bricks several times.

"Forget it!...Don't, leave me alone...you run first..."

Neville was panting like a bull, his legs were weak because he was always caught by external forces, and the sound of Filch's footsteps behind him made him even more desperate.

Where should I go?Where is it safe?Renee gritted her teeth and thought, they can't go back to the lounge, otherwise it would be like throwing themselves into a trap; and they can't randomly enter an empty classroom, who knows if there are hidden objects in it?

Where Filch couldn't find it—mysterious place—

"Yes!" Renee's eyes lit up, she grabbed Neville's wrist and rushed to the landing, "Come on, let's go to the eighth floor!"

The author has something to say:

Neighbor Mrs. Duncan had a great influence on Renee's growing up.