[HP] Born to be a pair

Ravenclaw's lounge is on the top floor of the tower. Just open the colorful rhombic glass casement, and you can see the beautiful scenery of mountains, lake and sky.

Today is the first day of the Christmas holiday, maybe the roommates are looking forward to going home early, or maybe they are willing to stay away from the lonely Renee.

In short, when it was less than seven o'clock in the morning, there was no one else in the dormitory.

Renee drew her legs together, wrapped her arms around her knees, and stared out the window with a lifeless gaze.

— This is a hazy pastel landscape, a lonely scene like a fairy tale.

The misty blue mountains are covered by pure white snow, and the purple-green black lake is calm and calm, as if it is impossible to see that there are all kinds of dangerous creatures living at the bottom of the lake.

A few circling blackbirds fluttered around the tower, as if playing a dulcimer in the frozen air.

"Renee."

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and Padma, who hadn't left the school, poked her head out and pursed her lips.

"Neville is here, he's waiting for you downstairs."

Renee turned her head when she heard the sound, her face was astonishingly pale, there was no trace of rosiness, and her lips were dehydrated and chapped.His eyes were dull, but also flashed with confusion and panic.

"...Thank you, Padma." Her voice was weak, as if she was dying of illness.

Is it pure nightmare aftereffect?No, not quite.

Padma thought vaguely.

Then she tried to pull a happy smile, and said in an unreasonably high voice, "Merry Christmas, Renee!"

"……Merry Chrismas."

Slowly, slowly, one foot in front of the other.Renee dragged on the time longer and longer, her heart was full of contradictions and fears.

The flashback of last night's nightmare might be a warning that the tricks from fate never stop for her happiness, but she's given so much, isn't that enough?

Hesitant, indecisive, but she walked down the spiral staircase, leaning on the banister.

Rounding the marble statue of Lady Rowena Ravenclaw, Renee spotted Neville, who was huddling awkwardly by the gate to make way for all the traveling Ravenclaw students.

Someone greeted him, and Neville had to straighten up to talk to him. The scene looked awkward and funny.

Fortunately, as usual, the first time Renee saw Neville, the voice rang in her ears again.

"You are made for each other."

This made her relax all of a sudden, a long breath was released from her chest, and the feeling of ecstasy and gratitude instantly enveloped Renee.

She rushed forward without hesitation, her slender body bumped into her broad chest, and the two embraced tightly.

The remaining students in the break room started booing and whistling, but Renee gave him a good-morning kiss anyway.

Neville flinched a little, and he let go of his hands, only to find that his cheeks were extremely wet - it was Renee's tears.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked anxiously, gently wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Padma asked Parvati to tell me that you had a nightmare last night and wanted to see me, and told me to come early this morning... Don't cry, is it because of the nightmare? It doesn't matter, it was just a stupid dream..."

Renee pulled him to the sofa and sat down, and the others left the lounge one after another with their suitcases after watching enough of the early morning drama.

"I'm not afraid."

Renee said that she used greedy eyes to trace the outline of Neville's face, and then supported his chin with one hand, and gently stroked the blue stubble on the skin with the pulp of her thumb.

"After seeing you—I'm not afraid of anything."

Neville stared into her eyes fascinatedly, and the roots of his ears were bright red. He reached out to grab that cold hand, and couldn't help frowning as he looked her up and down.

"You have no dressing gown!" he exclaimed, "and no shoes!"

It wasn't until he yelled that Renee realized how inappropriate she was wearing—the Poiré nightdress, cheap and snug; On the starry sky carpet, she looked especially pale.

But Neville kept frowning, and wrapped her hands with his warm palms: "This Christmas, the stove wasn't lit, you shouldn't have come downstairs wearing just this."

"Then I'll go upstairs to change, and you'll wait for me here." Renee said, "Have you packed your luggage? We'll go directly to the auditorium to have breakfast later, and then board the train together."

Neville nodded: "I've packed it up a long time ago, there's still plenty of time, take your time."

Renee didn't have a habit of embarrassing her boyfriend, and the calfskin suitcase had already been packed, and the buckle was firmly closed.She only needs to change into her winter clothes and put on her half-worn snow boots, and then she can go downstairs quickly.

They linked arms again—Renee was clingier than ever—and each dragged identical suitcases to the auditorium.

Near the stairs were piles of suitcases, and Renee and Neville had piled their own.After they get on the train, these luggage will be sent to the rear compartment of the train one by one by the elves.

Not many people stay at school for Christmas this year, and even fewer people are willing to get up and have breakfast at this time.

So Renee boldly sat next to Neville at the long Gryffindor table, enjoying the special Christmas breakfast.

Grilled cheese sandwiches, hot pumpkin juice, bacon and bacon... Fried or scrambled eggs?

Renee smiled and stuffed her mouthful of scrambled eggs, it was so comforting to eat.

"Good morning! Neville!" A figure blew past her like the wind, and sat sideways opposite Neville.

Neville was silent for a moment, glanced at the girl next to him who was still drinking pumpkin juice, and then replied unnaturally: "...good morning."

The owl's arrival interrupted their pleasantries, and a bunch of tied newspapers fell from the air, hitting Renee's goblet right next to her goblet - just short of her pumpkin juice splashing on her face .

"Ouch!" she couldn't help complaining, "Can't these owls in the school really be trained?"

"Write to the Headmaster, he may think about it."

Renee looked up sharply to see that sitting across from Neville was Dean, who was putting Nat in the owl's foot pocket.

After seeing the look in her eyes, her emotions were also very calm, as if they were always friends, and said jokingly.

"Hey, try this!" Neville interrupted their staring, and hurriedly transferred the plate of bacon to Renee, "This is delicious!"

After she reacted, she gave Dean a cold nod, then looked away, and comforted Neville with a relieved smile: "Of course, I like to eat bacon. I really don't know what the secret recipe of the school kitchen is. Can't you marinate it like this?"

Bacon can also be tucked into a grilled cheese sandwich for extra flavor.Renee took another sandwich from the table, but her eyes stayed on the newspaper that Dean had spread out.

"Dragon pox is back! Will the wizarding world repeat the mistakes of 1380?"

Renee frowned and glanced at the palm-sized report. Next to it was a photo of a patient with rashes all over his face and sparks from his nostrils when he sneezed.

"'This is only a small number of cases due to close contact with the Peruvian Vipertooth and does not prove that dragon pox will spread across Britain.'

Specialist Herbert Spring, from St Mungo's Magic Hospital for Injuries and Injuries, said.

'We have controlled all the patients we found in the ward, and divided the wards according to severity, so there is no risk of infection. '"

"If you read such reports while eating, you will lose your appetite." Neville reminded her kindly.

"...Well, there's only one point left, I'll finish it right away..." Renee suddenly saw something, the sandwich in her hand fell into the plate, and she grabbed the newspaper tightly with her hands, "...Dean, excuse me Let me see--"

"Okay." Dean raised his eyebrows and gave Neville an innocent look, "You left me with no choice."

"'I'm not worried that it's going to kill me.' said Abigail Shafik, a patient with a milder condition. 'I'm more worried that it's going to make me miss Christmas!'"

"Abigail Shafik..." Renee muttered to herself, the newspaper in her hand had been crumpled into a ball.

"If you are interested in newspapers, I can also renew the "Daily Prophet"!" Neville said in a strange tone.

"...What? Oh...no...no need." She absently put down the newspaper in her hand, only to find that the flat piece had become crumpled.

Renee couldn't help looking at Dean with a little regret: "I'm sorry, I crumpled your newspaper, I'll pay you back, a Nat, right?"

"No—" Dean Kuanhe's face suddenly twisted, and he lowered his head and covered his calf with a cry of pain.

And Neville said eagerly: "Yes...you have to pay, have you brought any money?"

Renee shrugged noncommittally, took a Nat from her jeans pocket and pushed it to Dean.After accepting it with a bad face, he hurriedly finished the last bite of toast, and left the auditorium with the newspaper.

Neville didn't look too emotional, but Renee had important questions for him.

"Neville." She suppressed the joy in her heart and said with tremors in her chest, "Do you know how to get to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds?"

"What?" Neville was startled, and looked at her nervously, "Are you sick?"

Renee quickly stopped his probing hand, and said dumbfoundingly: "No, it's not me. It's a relative of mine... I just saw in the newspaper that she had dragon pox, and I wanted to visit her—but I Never been to St. Mungo's."

"Dragon Pox..." Neville muttered, seemingly heaving a sigh of relief, "Of course, I'll write you the address... When you go, you just need to explain your purpose to the dummy model in the window.

But you should only be able to see her from outside the ward, because dragon pox is very contagious, so unless you can ask a healer to protect you for a while... Anyway, don't do it, just watch through the glass on the door She is fine. "

He seemed to be very familiar with St. Mungo's.Renee thought, but she didn't ask, but preciously kept the address Neville wrote down and put it in the inside pocket of her coat.

The crimson steam train began to sound, and as the speed gradually slowed down, thick smoke also scattered and lingered around the glass windows of the middle compartment.

The Christmas holidays are here and they're all going home!

Excited students dragged their suitcases and walked out from platform [-] and three quarters, yelling.

Renee and Neville stood facing each other by the train, with a hint of excitement and anticipation on their faces.

"Remember to write me," Renee said. "You know, I don't have an owl at home—so if you don't contact me, I won't be able to contact you for weeks."

"I will!" Neville hurriedly assured her, eager to establish an unbreakable vow, "I will write to you every day, remember to prepare more snacks, my owl likes to peck people, but as long as there is something to eat it won't peck you."

"Okay—" she said with a light smile, she caught a glimpse of an old woman approaching in the distance out of the corner of her eye, and unavoidably took a step back nervously.

"Neville - I - I'm going back first, my father may already be waiting for me outside - goodbye!"

"Goodbye! Renee!"

Seeing her running away, Neville reluctantly waved his raised hand.

"Neville."

An old and steady voice came from behind him, Neville turned around and noticed that grandma was standing a few feet away from him at some point!

"Grandma?! When did you come?" Neville asked panicked.

"Just now." His grandma looked serious, staring at the position of platform nine and three-quarters with eagle-like eyes.

Just 1 minute ago, Renee just left from there.

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Come home for Christmas!