[HP] Tsundere from afar

This Christmas was the worst Christmas I ever had. I was terrified and nervous all day long.I don't think I want Russ to go away at all, even though he's tongue-in-cheek and child-abusing and leaves me alone, but he's Ruth and I'd die without him.

I have been with Russ for eight years. If there is no Russ, I may die on the street without these eight years. He is my old Russ, grandpa Russ, and father Russ.

"Russ, you're so smart, you must have a way." I almost begged to shake Ruth's arm.

For the first time, he stroked my hair so kindly, with nostalgia and pleasure on his face: "Yeah, I'm the wise old Ravenclaw."

"But I can't stop death, this kind of thing." He patted my head, his breathing suddenly became long, and when I looked up he fell asleep again.

Russ always falls asleep recently, and I'm afraid he'll die of sleep, so I'll call him Russ the Pig from now on.

But I sent Ruth away anyway.

Nicholas.Flamel came just in time. He knocked on the door early on Christmas Day, and he wanted to take Ruth away to meet the portrait master.

"I didn't expect Albert to be so weak. He often mentioned you, Eve." The gray-bearded old man said to me. His skin has a unique vitality, and his eyes are full of wisdom and distant light. He is kind to me. smile.

"Nice to meet you, sir."

Now is not the time to ask them if they are gay friends, what happened, and if they plan to live and die together, I pursed my lips.But I understand that the next time I see Ruth, he should be in the portrait. I hold Ruth's hand reluctantly, almost clinging and refusing to let go.

"Can I really not accompany you to the portrait master?"

"Eve, one day you finish reading the book in the basement, I think I'll be able to come back."

"Okay, if you don't come back soon, I'll burn those books." When I hugged Ruth, he was no longer as weak as the old man who could easily pick me up.

"Thank you, Grandpa." I took a deep breath in Ruth's arms, trying to keep Ruth's smell in my nasal cavity: "I will wait for you to come back, remember to go home early."

Although I can no longer hold Ruth in my arms, I am still grateful for the magic of magic that allows me to at least see him again.But the cruelest thing in the magic world is the creation of the Avada death curse, but there is no magic spell that can make people live forever.

I didn't have a good Christmas, I cast Confusion Charms around the house trying to suffocate myself in the house after sending presents early.The house is full of photos of me and Ruth, but Christmas is not at all merry without Ruth himself.

But at twelve o'clock, owls crept into the windows again, and they seemed to despise the fact that my spell had once again failed in droves.

So I picked up Pol and threw it at the group of owls: "Come on, Pikachu!"

In fact, I also don't understand why I did this. I seem to be delirious and my IQ has dropped.

But Pole happened to hit an owl that had just flown in, and knocked the owl unconscious.So I silently picked up Boll and put him in the cage.

"Bohr, you are not an owl now, you are a murder weapon."

Bohr with his head tilted in the cage is like an oval, and he doesn't know if he understands my words, anyway, there is no doubt that he is the murderer.

I held up the poor owl, and got a letter from Germany from under the owl's feet. The letter was sent by Gary. He told me that he was going to the British Ministry of Magic as the Deputy Director of the International Magical Trade Cooperation Department. long.

I suspect Gary is kidding me, he used to be a jerk, but he's come out on top.I took this letter and read it over and over for a long time. A certain kind of strange thinking dominated my brain. It sounds like I'm mourning something I've lost.

I had hoped that Gary would come to me so much, but the price seemed a bit high, as if my love and relatives could only choose one or the other.The first time, Gary left and Ruth appeared; this time, Gary is coming back and Ruth is going to die.

I didn't understand why a Ravenclaw taught a Hufflepuff when Russ really didn't exist in the world, because he indulged me——

Assuming Hufflepuff was the hotbed he created for me, I would have to deal with a lot of things on my own without Russ around.Maybe I have to face Voldemort, maybe I have to face the defense of Hogwarts, maybe I will experience death, maybe I will go directly to reunite with Ruth in the next second.

I almost laughed at myself thinking about it, because Ruth would never welcome me to share a picture frame with him.

That night I sat on the bed alone and finished unwrapping the presents, and then buried myself in the soft bed.When everything was quiet, I heard the sound of something vibrating. I suddenly opened my eyes and heard the sound. I found the double-sided mirror that Draco gave me from the suitcase, and turned my back to the mirror. Draco A slightly irritable face appeared in the mirror, and his face was buried in the pillow, only his gray-blue eyes suddenly burst into surprise.

"Eve, you finally paid attention to me." He moved his face closer to the mirror and looked at me almost helplessly. The eyebrows on his beautiful face were being formed into an embarrassing shape, which was closer to making a grimace.

"I also just found out that this is a double-sided mirror." I spoke to him in a paralyzed tone.

"Okay then." Draco smoothed his hair a little annoyed, it was obvious that he was already under the covers. "I waited for you for a long time that night."

I bet he was pretty pissed the night he gave me the double-way mirror.

"Draco." I hesitated a little, rubbing the mirror and said, "My grandpa went to the portrait master this morning."

"Master of portraits, why did you go there..." Draco suddenly stopped talking, his beautiful blue eyes suddenly looked at me, with a look of remorse and bewilderment on his face. "Sorry, Eve."

"It's okay, Draco, at least I can see him again." I said with my chin propped, my eyes wandering outside the window, seeing the beautiful snowflakes falling from the sky, but the cold wind didn't know where to blow them.

I murmured, "Merry Christmas, Draco."

Draco looked so elegant and relaxed on the other side of the mirror: "Merry Christmas, Eve."

I suddenly turned my gaze to the mirror and thought of something, and smirked a little stupidly: "Are we still lovers, Draco?"

"You promised to be my girlfriend, Eve." The man on the other side of the mirror smiled, a kind of childish and gentle smile that could always penetrate into people's hearts.

"The thing about Hogsmeade is my fault. I was too stupid at the time, and last time Pansy cast a spell on you." He looked at me like this and said, a faint blush appeared on his pale and handsome cheeks, and His increasingly mature and elegant appearance was in stark contrast.

"Actually, I'm not right either." I slightly raised the corners of my mouth.

Looking at Draco now doesn't feel like an old cow eating young grass at all.Something sprouted inside of me, an itchy feeling all over my body, and I almost snickered: "Did I tell you you have beautiful hair, Draco?"

I tilted my head and looked at the young man in the mirror who blushed uncomfortably.

"No."

"Then did I tell you that you are getting more and more handsome?"

"No."

"Then did I tell you that you're smart?" I smirked, and Draco almost laughed like an idiot when he saw the mirror.

"No." He cleared his throat and answered me, but the smile on his face was like a young boy who is in love for the first time.

"Then did I say that you sometimes like to bully people?"

"Hey!"

"Did I ever tell you that you were particularly dishonest?"

"Eve!"

"Did I ever tell you that I like you as my boyfriend?"

"No...!" Draco's expression froze at that moment, I looked in the mirror and suspected that the mirror was stuck like a computer.Actually no, Draco's eyes widened, his expression gradually became unaesthetic, and he was heading towards a terrible creature like a rhinoceros, I think I can't stand it anymore.

Before Draco could reply, I closed the double-sided mirror on the bedside table, and ignored the vibrating sound from the double-sided mirror, after all, my confession was as rare as Christmas.

But this was probably the saddest Christmas I've ever had, and I didn't even have the roast chicken.