[HP] Born to be a pair

Renee dreams behind locked doors and windows, and the dreams on Christmas Eve are sweet and beautiful.

She dreamed that she passed through the age of 17 safely, advancing and retreating with Hogwarts classmates and professors, repelling Voldemort, and the wizarding world finally ushered in a peaceful and peaceful day.

In the ruins of cheers, she embraced Neville and wept with joy. Renee had a million words she wanted to say to him, like the secret of reincarnation, her dozen exes...

Neville listened to her narration quietly, and wiped her tears and sweat with his rough fingers. His expression was gentle and joyful, and he slowly opened his mouth.

"Hoo coo coo, coo coo coo."

Renee woke up with a fright, the crumpled pajamas rolled up to her knees, the lace eyelets were criss-crossed with light pink ribbons all the way, and the ends were tied in knots.The braids tied before going to bed at night were also untied, and the curls fell on the pillow.

The frosted glass was knocked, and she followed the sound to open the window, and the owl warrior of Neville's family slipped in through the gap.

The cold wind poured into the room along the gap, making Renee shiver, and she quickly closed the window.Before the soldiers came to peck and bite her, he grabbed a handful of homemade dried insects from the bedside table and fed them to him.

Sure enough, when the soldier saw his beloved snack, he stopped embarrassing her, and after dropping the Christmas present he brought, he arched his tail and started pecking at it.

Neville's gift was the top-ranked jewelry in "Witches Weekly"—a pair of drop-shaped drop earrings sparkling with brilliance. The material is light green hazel stone. It is eye-catching and cost-effective, and it is the first choice for Christmas gifts.

Renee has always had pierced ears, and she was picked up by Mrs. Duncan when she was three years old. For this reason, she bought two cute wooden four-leaf clover earrings for little Renee, although she does not often wear them. .

When she saw the pair of earrings that Neville gave her, Renee immediately recalled the price she had seen on the pages of magazines, compared it with the "Toadstool Encyclopedia" she bought, and confessed with disappointment—his Gifts are more expensive.

Fortunately, she made a lot of money during the Christmas vacation, and she can make up for him on Valentine's Day next year.

Renee put on her own Christmas dress and thick woolen socks, and to match the light green hazel earrings she chose a stylish flannel bowler hat, also dark green.

Then, like a bird, she flew down from the upstairs and couldn't wait to open the other presents.

Padma gave her a large bag of Honeydukes candies, which Renee couldn't bear to buy before, and now she can throw chocolate balls into her mouth wantonly, and let the strawberry custard burst in her mouth.

Lisa's gift was a light purple handmade scarf with thick and awkward stitches, which should have been knitted by herself, and Renee immediately wrapped the scarf around her neck.

Finally came the moment she was looking forward to the most, unpacking the boxy and exquisitely packaged gift, a gift from her most stingy father——

"This, this is..."

A squarely folded overcoat was quietly lying in the center of the gift box. Renee stretched out her hand to unfold it, and the smooth and shiny fur was immediately exposed in her hands.

I don't know what material this black and white fur coat is made of, but just from the shiny fur and comfortable touch, you can guess that the price is definitely not cheap.

Renee put it on with trembling hands, her head in a round cap looked like the calyx of a wild flower against the wide collar. She pulled the coat tight, and the living room without dry wood was not cold at all.

"very beautiful."

Old Hawk's voice sounded at the stairway, and Renee's eyes were foggy. She tugged on one of the gold-plated buttons and refused to look back, only whispering in a trembling voice.

"...Thanks and Merry Christmas, Dad."

According to the address Neville left, they set off on the road after having lunch.

Renee, in her new fur coat and sparkling drop earrings, held a Christmas cookie for Aunt Abigail and couldn't help singing.

"...freedom is in the air, everyone is singing...I hear the sleigh bells, can Santa grant my one and only wish - to be able to bring you to me..."

"Stop! What song is this?"

Old Hawke was still tapping the steering wheel to the rhythm, but when he heard this, he interrupted Renee who was singing happily.

"If you could make a wish to Santa Claus, how could it be such a wish? Unreasonable, unreasonable..."

"Ask the American singer Mariah Kelly." Renee smiled and shrugged. "This is her new song last November. It's so good! We listen to it every day in the store."

However, he was noncommittal, turned the steering wheel and stopped outside the door of the 'Taotao Co., Ltd'. This is an old-fashioned red brick department store. old.

"Are you sure it's here?" Old Hawk asked suspiciously.

"That's right, it's here. Neville told me that all you need to do is to - ah, that dummy over there - explain why you're here."

The two of them got out of the car together, old Hawk following behind Renee, who also insisted on going to the wizard's hospital to 'look fresh', if possible-see Nice to see that Abigail Shafik.

Renee was carrying a small straw basket with one hand, filled with warm Christmas gingerbread. She found the dummy in the green nylon skirt, hesitated and leaned close to the window glass and said softly.

"We're here to see Abigail Shafik."

Surprisingly, the dummy nodded at Renee and waved its fingers together, indicating that they could enter.

Old Hawk stared at her in surprise, exclaiming as if seeing magic for the first time: "She's alive!"

"Father!" Renee held his index finger, looked at the dummy in embarrassment, and warned him in a low voice, "Here, please try to pretend to be magical, okay? Otherwise, those doctors may ask you Cast the Forgetting Charm."

"What? They can't do that, cast spells on people without their consent - be careful I'll sue them!"

"There are no lawyers here... Do me a favor, why don't you just wait for me in the car."

Old Hawk fell silent for a moment, and obediently followed her through the window with his neck curled up.

Surprisingly, they didn't bump into it, but seemed to pass through a layer of cold water and came to another bustling place.

There are many strange wizards sitting in the waiting room. They look very strange because of various diseases: a wizard is holding up "Witch Weekly" and is reading, with a deformed hand on his chest, and he is still helping him to turn the pages ;

The other wizard's ears turned into flesh-colored feline ears, growing where they should have been;

There was also a witch who kept vomiting something, and the doctor in the green robe handed her a bucket so that she would not pollute the floor tiles.

"Did they always look like this?" Old Hawke asked her quietly.

"Shh - look, the information desk is there, I'll ask for the specific ward number, you wait for me here... Don't talk to other people, and don't wander around."

After taking a deep breath, Renee strode towards the queue at the information desk. She looked up at the sign a few times. During the reading process, it was her turn soon.

"Hi, I'm here to see Abigail Shafik," she said calmly, her hands tightening slightly on the handbag.

"Shafiq—let me see—oh! Third floor, Ward No. [-]." The witch at the information desk searched through the long list, and found the name with just a touch of the tip of her staff.

"Thank you."

Renee hurriedly gave way to the people behind, and she happily walked through the crowd to find Old Hawke in the middle of the hall, only to find that he was standing by the waiting seat with his arms outstretched, talking proudly to a patient with a sharp beak .

"I have a relative... who has the same mouth as you, and I had to give him churros when we came to our house this Christmas..."

"Father!" Renee screamed, "Come on, it's time for us to go upstairs!"

Renee wanted to go up the stairs, but old Hawk found the hospital elevator, and he insisted on taking the wizard elevator up—and it was a free experience, what a ride—she had to follow the crowd into the elevator sullenly.

The third floor is dedicated to the Department of Strange Bacteria Infection, and a therapist on duty is set up at the entrance of the elevator and stairs—she only knew that the doctor here is called a therapist after talking with other people.

Anyone who wants to visit patients on the third floor or come to see a doctor will be required to register.

Renee registered her name and the Christmas gingerbread she brought for the visit, and the green-robed wizard sitting behind the table took out a piece of gingerbread from her straw basket, carefully looked and smelled it before returning it. give her.

"Abigail Shafik is a mild patient." He scribbled on a clipboard. "Do you need to go into the ward or visit through the door?"

"Enter the ward, thank you." Renee pursed her lips, picked out the gingerbread he had smelled and gave it to him.

"Here you go, Merry Christmas, sir."

"Oh--this, this is really... thank you." The wizard looked at her in surprise, and immediately put down the notepad in his hand, his attitude was more enthusiastic than before.

"Come on, please take this potion. This is a potion that can make you immune to dragon pox in a short period of time. But it's best not to visit for more than an hour, otherwise the potion is very likely to fail."

"Do you want to collect money?" Old Hawke asked warily.

"Six Sickles a bottle," said the wizard, "but it's Christmas and you won't be charged."

Renee thanked him again as if grateful, and Old Hawke couldn't wait to drink it up when he heard that he would not accept the money.

After drinking the potion, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Renee felt that it really brought a feeling of relaxation.

They walked to the door of Ward No. [-] one after the other, and she took a deep breath again nervously, her chest rising and falling like a bellows opening and closing.

"Knock, knock." Renee knocked on the door of the ward.

"Please come in."

The witch's slightly hoarse voice came from inside, which didn't quite match the gentle and kind voice in Renee's fantasy, but it plucked the strings in her heart so hard that she couldn't even breathe smoothly.

Old Hawk stood quietly behind her, neither urging her nor pushing the door open, as if he was also lost in thought.

Finally, after the witch in the ward spoke again, Renee mustered up the courage to open the door——

The ward was very narrow, but there were several beds, and now the only patient in the ward was Abigail Shafik, and because of this, Renee saw her directly.

Abigail's hospital bed is near the window. Her hair is like her sister's, long and smooth blond hair; Upturned, looks gentle and lazy.

"Excuse me, are you—"

Abigail's question suddenly stopped in her throat, because Old Hawk also walked in, her eyes widened slightly, and she looked at the two of them in disbelief.

"How could you..."

"Hi, Aunt Abigail." Renee smiled sweetly at the elders, "We came to visit you and baked Christmas gingerbread for you."

The author has something to say:

Met my aunt!