[HP] Born to be a pair

The Ravenclaw lounge is at the top of the tower, but Renee seems to have just realized that outside the French windows here, besides the snow-capped mountains standing in the sky, there is also a sky that is too wide.

The pale sky shrouded it with an unbearable weight, and the heavy weight made everyone feel gloomy and introverted.

But some cheering good news saved this lonely and empty time-on Saturday she received a second letter from Aunt Abigail, a letter of peace.

Her mood is no longer as anxious as the previous letter, but more peaceful and tranquil.

Aunt Abigail writes that she has now found the perfect country home, secluded, safe and under the Fidelity Charm.

At the same time, she wants to invite Renee to spend Christmas in this safe and private house, because she is sure that there is no more danger, so she can accept Renee, her little holiday refuge, to experience the Christmas joy.

If Renee is willing to attend the appointment, there is no need to reply to the letter, just go to Hogsmeade Station on the first day of the holiday, and someone will come to pick her up.

"It's really weird," Renee thought conflictingly. "I'm not sure how risky it is to go to a strange place for Christmas, but this is the fastest and most effective opportunity to learn about Mom's life."

But fortunately, she still has nearly two months to think about this matter. Perhaps during this period of time, she can get more information from the daily newspapers so that she can judge whether this matter is true or not. Not a stupid adventure.

The second piece of good news was the first Quidditch match in early November - Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Gryffindor won a pretty good, almost overwhelming victory.

Even though Renee is from Ravenclaw, if she had to choose between two houses, it would be better to specify Gryffindor with Neville.

So she happily agreed to Neville's invitation and sneaked into the Gryffindor common room wearing that blue and white scarf. No one rolled their eyes at her, but instead welcomed students from other houses to join their carnival.

There was wave after wave of congratulations and cheers, and everyone circled around the Gryffindor Quidditch players—especially Harry, who had just broken free from the congratulatory crowd and was again surrounded by a swarm of chattering voices. The girls surrounded, and then bursts of laughter came out.

"I didn't know that Harry used to be so humorous." Renee said with a smile, raised the drink bottle in her hand and clinked glasses with Ginny, "Did you see how exaggerated the girl's smile was?"

"Hmph... exaggerated enough for me to see her back molars clearly." Ginny said coldly, "Have you talked to Hermione recently?"

"No, she looks busy, we only see each other at the Slug Club parties."

"She doesn't look very well—you all went? So you're going to Professor Slughorn's Christmas party, too, aren't you?"

"I think so, and a companion... Neville has already said yes, and what about you, Ginny? Are you going to invite Dean?"

Ginny shook her head with some disgust: "No, I don't plan to go at all. Instead of going to such a boring party, I might as well fly a few laps around the Quidditch pitch."

There was a sizzling sound of kisses not far away, and both Renee and Ginny raised their heads and looked over there.

I saw a red hair and a yellow hair entangled together, the heads of the two were tightly glued together, and the four hands could not tell which belonged to which, but they just rubbed on each other's backs without paying any attention to other people's feelings. look.

"... Ah." Renee suddenly realized as if she had remembered something, and turned her head to see Ginny's disgusted expression under the same fiery red hair.

"It's ugly, isn't it?" she said sarcastically. "Just to let you know, he just told me the other day that I shouldn't kiss people in empty corridors."

Hermione's big ginger cat walked over Renee's feet, and it looked a bit like the cat in the textbook, but Ginny explained: "It's just some of the cat's blood, and it's called Crook. Mountain."

She liked it, Renee liked this kind of fluffy and warm little thing, even the dwarf plush lying on Ginny's shoulder, she borrowed it for a long time to touch.

"Do you like Crookshanks very much?" Neville walked up behind Harry. He had drunk too much butterbeer, and although he was not drunk, his face was bright red.

"I like cats, and I like dogs," said Renee, noticing that Harry wanted to talk to Ginny, and dragging Neville into another corner.

"Would you be happy if I gave you a cat?" Neville asked dazedly as he sat down in the armchair and took Renee into his arms again.

"I want to give it to you directly—as a surprise, but I'm afraid you won't like it—then it's not a surprise, and it may become No.1 on the list of worst gifts you've ever received."

"There's no such list," Renee said, leaning on his lap, blinking her green eyes at Neville until he looked away dry-mouthed. It was an act of generosity."

In fact, her fifth birthday present was an old button that her father threw to her, but the old button was so beautiful that Renee sewed it on the doll's eyes.

"But I'm glad you asked me beforehand—at least I can't bear the responsibility of one more little life right now."

"How do you say that?" Neville looked at her puzzled, "The kitten is easy to take care of, you just need to remember to feed, clean and play with it."

"It's not because of this aspect," Renee said, "I'm just afraid that one day it will lose me. If there is no better owner to take it in, how will it survive in the wild?"

Neville looked up suddenly, almost bumping into Renee's nose, but he just stared at her and asked in a strange voice, "You mean, are you going to abandon it?"

"Of course not—I mean, there are going to be a lot of accidents, aren't they? What if I die first? What if I have to, and don't leave it of my own free will?"

Death is an unavoidable topic that Renee has to deal with head-on.Her obsession seems to only exist at the age of 17.

As long as she is over 17 years old, even if she is crushed to death by the gravel in the next second, if she lives for a few more minutes, and will never be resurrected again-she may be able to accept it.

But obviously Neville couldn't accept it. He hid his bloodshot eyes, buried his face in Renee's soft embrace, and said in a crying voice, "You will survive! No one will die!"

"Oh, Neville!" Renee stroked his hair affectionately, "Don't blame me for ruining the atmosphere - I just thought of the future one step faster than everyone else."

"Are you referring to the You-Know-Who?" Neville's face was still buried in it, causing his voice to be a little muffled, "I also thought about...thought about dying on the road of resisting him...maybe we will die together Son, die bravely, but meaningfully."

The suggestion didn't sit well with Renee, but she wouldn't be foolish enough to contradict Neville at this point.So he just fell silent and stroked his wet hair one after another.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" A figure bumped into Renee from behind, and she turned around to find that it was Lavender, who was flushed and giggling, "Oh, you are here too...we don't bother you, let's go, My baby, let's go out and find somewhere else."

Lavender's baby, Ron, was grinning at Neville and Renee, puffing out his chest as if he hadn't just won Quidditch.

He let Lavender crawl out of the hole first, and winked at Neville rather ambiguously: "I can understand how you feel, brother."

Afterwards, he also crawled out under Lavender's urging streak. Before the fat lady's portrait returned to its place, Renee heard another burst of fierce kissing sounds from outside.

"...were we like that before?" Renee asked in disbelief, suddenly remembering the many times she had kissed Neville in public.

She didn't think it was weird then, but now it looks a little annoying from another angle.

"It's not quite the same," Neville said awkwardly, "at least we still take the initiative to go to the corner... right?"

"What did Ron mean just now? What is your feeling?"

Neville seemed determined not to speak, or pretended not to hear, staring at the crowd in the lounge with round blue eyes.

But in the next second, Renee's stern face came into his sight, and she looked a bit like what a 16-year-old should look like at this moment—a little frizzy and cute when she was having trouble with her boyfriend.

"Tell me quickly, or I'll go back now."

"Well...well," said Neville resignedly, "it was a long time ago...they asked me if I'd kissed anyone, and of course I kissed you, so...so I told you what I thought and felt. them."

"'them'?"

"Only Harry and Ron! I promise you - and I've only said how I felt, you... the first time you kissed me..."

"Ah, I see," Renee said. "So this is Ron's first time kissing a girl, isn't it?"

"I think so." For some reason, Neville looked inexplicably proud, "but in a short time, he will never be able to understand my feelings."

When the curfew was approaching, Renee finally decided to go back to the dormitory. Neville wanted to send her back to Ravenclaw Tower, but Renee still declined him: "After you want to send me back again, if you meet the professor or Filch?"

Neville shook his head in horror, it seems that the psychological shadow of running into Snape halfway last time has not been completely eliminated until today.

So Renee crawled out of the hole in the Gryffindor lounge with a few leftover bottles of butterbeer, and wobbled back to the dormitory by the shortcut.

There were no windows in this corridor, only the flickering firelight in the corner illuminated the way for Renee, who walked along the wall to the first classroom, where Lavender was leaning back and giggling.

"Ah, Renee," Lavender said with a grin, noticing her figure, "are you planning to go back?"

"I think so," Renee replied politely. "Why are you here alone?"

"Ron was talking with his friends inside, and I thought about waiting for him outside—but I couldn't bear it anymore, I really didn't want to be away from him for so long! Oh! Ron!"

Renee felt that the polite smile on her face became stiff. She bid farewell to Lavender in a hurry, and left the area almost at the speed of fleeing Voldemort. However, at the moment of turning the corner, she bumped into someone again. .

"Ouch!"

She and another girl's voice sounded at the same time, and Renee frowned and looked over, only to find that it was Hermione with disheveled hair, pale face, and red eyes.

"Hermione! Are you alright?" Renee quickly helped her up, suspecting that she hurt her.

"...I'm fine." Hermione said palely, patting the dust off her body, "Is the celebration over?"

"It's almost the end, why didn't you come? I don't seem to have seen you all this time."

"I—I'm practicing, new transfiguration homework—"

Renee looked at her and said tentatively, "I just saw Lavender and Ron leave the classroom."

"...Really." Hermione wiped the corners of her eyes indifferently, "Tell me something happy, okay—you're going to Professor Slughorn's Christmas party, aren't you?"

"I think so. The first few gatherings were quite enjoyable, so I thought I'd take Neville to have a look this time too."

"Oh...how wonderful, you and Neville, I'm so happy for you." Hermione gave a weak smile, "But I haven't figured out who to invite as my companion."

Renee cautiously did not say the name of Ron Weasley, but asked softly: "Maybe you can take a look at the other people around you? Everyone wants to go to Professor Slughorn's party, so you Just ask, and there will be countless people vying to hold your hand."

Hermione seemed to be comforted, her miserable complexion gradually turned rosy, she blinked, as if thinking of something, and said to Renee in a grateful tone: "This is indeed a good idea... I have to go back to the lounge immediately, Before the Quidditch players disperse—and you, Renee, you've got to get back quickly, or I'll have to deduct your points after the time has passed."

"Ah, girl, it looks like you've recovered." Renee teased. "The unselfish prefect is back."

The author has something to say:

Hermione, Ron, and Lavender are simply a bad deal at this time...

Harry was caught in the middle of a dilemma, it was so miserable hahahahahahaha.