[HP] Born to be a pair

Renee was staring at the heavy snow falling outside the window, piled up one by one, blocking the window eaves tightly.

The scenery of the village is all shrouded in white clouds and mist.

There are farmlands and gardens at the front and back of this country house, and the nearest beeswax brick house is also vaguely covered with veils.

Aunt Abigail is still talking about her past deeds. The dangerous business battle is no easier than facing the mysterious man.

Anna and Sneeff also listened with great interest, and kept shelling the whole basket of hickory nuts in their hands, exclaiming and mourning in line with the context from time to time.

"... Then, he realized that I had already taken the lead..."

The cheerful crackling of shells beat her like a Christmas carol, but Aunt Abigail caught Renee's absent-mindedness.

"Would you like some pecans, Renee?" Aunt Abigail asked, and Anna hurriedly set the peeled bowl of golden hills in front of her.

The sweet and oily ivory-like walnut meat brought Renee back to her senses. With an apologetic smile, she picked one of them and ate it into her mouth. The taste was rich and slightly sweet, which made Jiu Yu feel better.

"You don't look very interested. Is something bothering you?"

"No, I'm fine."

"It doesn't look like it," said Aunt Abigail nonchalantly, stirring her mash and gravy. "I thought I'd be able to advise you, honey."

"...Have you ever had a relationship experience?" Renee asked suddenly, "If this question embarrasses you, you don't have to answer it."

"It's not a very tricky question—of course there was, and not just for a while."

"So, have you met someone who makes you want to grow old with him?"

Aunt Abigail froze, as if thinking about something.

"No, never," she said simply, before turning the subject back to Renee, "lovely teenage relationship question—yeah, actually, one of the most effective answers I've got is if he's embarrassing you, You should be more sober—don't make it hard for yourself."

"We make it difficult for each other, should we all choose to let go?"

"That's different. If you're making things difficult for each other and you're still thinking about it, it means you're both trying to save the relationship."

"...I didn't do well," Renee sighed deeply, "The reason I pursued him was not out of liking or love, maybe we should end this relationship mixed with too many other things .”

"Don't you just want a pure, clean love without any interests or secrets?"

Aunt Abigail said sarcastically, rolling up the spaghetti with a silver fork and putting it in the center of the plate, "It's really the way of thinking of an underage wizard... If you find it, please send me a letter, can you? Let me See something that is unique in this world."

"But - I used tricks to make him like me. My liking and his liking are not pure, so what's the point of continuing this relationship?"

"Oh... please wait a moment, I need to ask you something, the method you are referring to is not something like a love potion?"

"What?! Of course not!" Renee exclaimed, "How can I use that kind of thing-it's not safe, it's not practical, and it's time-sensitive."

"You thought about it."

"Uh... In short, in the preparation stage of my pursuit of each boy, I will collect their information in advance, record some comments or preferences, so that I can become what they like."

"And the man you're referring to, too?" asked Aunt Abigail. "Is it the you he still likes so far, or the you you want him to like?"

"...No, he's different," Renee said in a low voice, "When I was with him, I couldn't bear my deception—we talked about it once, and he accepted the real, I .”

"Let me think about it... First of all, you took the initiative to expose the other side of your disguise, and he accepted it after talking; now he suddenly discovered that your feelings were fake from the beginning..."

"Not now! I really like him!" Renee retorted.

"But he doesn't necessarily think so himself, does he?" said Aunt Abigail calmly. "How much are you keeping from him?"

"Uh, not too much."

"Look, if you can't get him to die from the beginning, and you want to stay with him—tell him everything you're hiding now.

You despise or feel inferior to the flaws in this relationship, that is, from your active deception, then you should strip these flaws.

and!You can't force him to forgive you - that's his business - but when you're done, you're the real Renee who loves approaching him with a crystal clear love. "

Renee was thinking, she was weighing Aunt Abigail's suggestion.

For a long time, she seemed to be lost on the edge of the abyss whether Neville would forgive herself, but the more she doubted and suspected, the more she was forced to cover up all the lies.

Like a snowball, lies and deceit will multiply and grow by themselves.

"By the way," Aunt Abigail said drunkenly, "this advice is limited to the fact that you want to get back to him—and I say, why should you just he?"

Before Renee could react, she was already snoring with her head tilted against the back of the chair.

Anna was used to propping her up with magic, and whispered to Renee, "Please forgive me, Miss Renee...Master, she often gets sleepy when she is drunk."

"Do you need my help?" Renee asked.

Anna shook her head and looked at the embarrassed Si Nefu, "No need, maybe Si Nefu is willing to help me send the master back to the bedroom."

Sneff happily followed them up the spiral staircase, and Renee drank the last sip of champagne and also wiped the corners of her mouth and stood up.

The Christmas tree in the other room was singing again, and at this time, somewhere on it, the decorations always sang Christmas.

Sometimes it's a wizard song, sometimes it's a Muggle song, in short, it's related to such a lively and cheerful Christmas.

Renee was attracted by today's song, and she gazed at the dazzling decorative ribbons under the bright lights, the green crown needles and the top crystal stars.

And the pile of presents at the foot of the tree - all from Aunt Abigail and Anna, because no one knew she was here.

She indulged herself and sat down on the rug in front of the roaring fire, holding a large box of sticky bonbons in her hand, letting the spicy and sweet sticky dessert melt on her tongue.

Now Renee had plenty of beautiful gowns to wear, and two drawers full of matching jewellery, a generous gift from Aunt Abigail.

Both her father and her love money, but in different ways—one is stingy to the core and thinks washing her face three times a day is a luxury; the other wants to spend all the money on hand so that she can be motivated to earn more money.

In fact, if Aunt Abigail hadn't been unable to go out, she might have taken Renee to all the shopping streets and Diagon Alleys, and brought all the supplies, textbooks and materials she needed to get a few of the best.

At first, Renee almost refused in fear, but Aunt Abigail hated the meaningless dealings and refusals with people.

She thought that if Renee didn't accept it, she would have to throw it away, and finally she was satisfied with dressing Renee as her childhood doll.

Today Renee wore a deep red velvet dress, which should have been matched with the opal jewelry set that Anna sent.

But she accidentally grabbed the pair of light green Haoshi earrings, which matched her eyes, but didn't match her long skirt.

From this point of view, this pair of earrings is now the least valuable and simplest in her jewelry box.

But Renee had a strange feeling that the pile of expensive, sparkling jewelry had only been borrowed from generous relatives.

What is now falling heavily under her earlobe is what really belongs to her.

"Knock knock knock."

The knock on the door woke up Greg Hawke, who was snoring in the living room. He woke up from his dream, shook the flesh on his face like a rough horse, and coughed twice, thinking he heard it wrong up.

But the knock on the door rang again, more impatiently than before, as if trying to knock the door open.

"Damn... who can come to me on Christmas Day?"

Old Hawk muttered dissatisfiedly, but couldn't help but think of the girl in the fur coat.

Maybe after he opened the door, she would throw the suitcase in her hand to him with her usual indifferent expression, and then run upstairs stomping on her dragon leather boots.

This made him have a smile on his face when he opened the door.

"you you--"

But it was not Renee who appeared behind the door, but a rather familiar round-faced boy with blond hair and a tall and strong figure, looking eagerly into the room.

"I'm sorry, but I wanted Renee to come out and talk," the boy said, looking like he was on the verge of tears.

Old Hawk looked at him critically, and finally remembered why he looked so familiar.

So he rarely and generously allowed him to enter the house to keep warm, on the condition that before he left, he had to go to the forest to pick up the same amount of firewood he had used to make up for it.

The boy immediately agreed to his request, and hurried in without even changing his shoes, which were covered with dirt and mud.

"Renee—" he yelled, walking upstairs, "Renee, I want to talk to you—"

"Why don't you talk to her at school after the holidays are over?" Old Hawk asked inexplicably, "She is still celebrating the holidays at school this year."

"What—" the boy stared at him dumbfounded, as if he had told some shocking news that the prime minister and the queen had passed away.

"Oh, yes," said old Hawke, "she wrote to say she's at school this year, don't you know?"

"No! I don't know! But before I left school, I asked the professor specifically, and he said that Renee didn't sign the retention list this year."

"What's the use of that thing?" Old Hawk smiled sarcastically, "So what if you don't sign it? It will stay quietly in the bedroom without being discovered."

The boy seemed unable to listen to what he said, and stepped up the stairs in two or three steps, as if he wanted to rush into Renee's bedroom, but stopped at the door.

"I don't know if you have a permit," said old Hawke's voice from downstairs, "but I'll just pretend you have—don't mess with anything, you'll have to come down in ten minutes or I'll mention Come up to you with a shotgun."

The boy - Neville Longbottom took several deep breaths, feeling his beating heart in his chest.

After knocking on the door several times without getting a response, he nervously and frightened opened the door of Renee's room.

There was no one in it, and it still maintained the appearance before he left during the summer vacation, but the pot of lilies had withered and rotted after losing careful care, emitting a strong and disgusting aroma.

There are also some differences: the gray stuffed mouse puppet made by Neville himself by the bed is placed closest to the pillow, and a rough, wooden picture frame is placed in the empty space.

Neville seemed to have a premonition in his heart, but he hoped it would be, but he didn't want it to be. Such ambivalence made his hands tremble as he reached for the picture frame.

——It was a photo of two people, but no one's eyes were looking at the camera.

The boy with blond hair is sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, his cheeks are flushed; the girl with long brown hair is lying on top of him, staring at him lovingly, holding the camera with one hand, and gently placing one hand on his chest.

She seemed to really love him.

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Finally get rid of these messy things!