𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

65

HIGH

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Some days went by and soon, we were in almost mid-July. The Wizarding World was still expectant before what He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was going to do next, but we all tried to avoid thinking about it too much and to live as if a magic war wasn't slowly forming.

"Put your leg a bit closer to mine," I guided Fred and he obeyed. He tried to look confident but I already had seen his weak spot.

He had come, accompanied by Liv and George, to my training. And after beating his arse at Quidditch, showing him I was way better Beater than him, he wanted us to practice muggle combat again, thinking he would win me just because he was bigger and stronger. Both his twin and Olivia snickered at his words and sat down on the grass, watching the two of us.

Fred tried to make me fall but he didn't notice he left his weakness exposed so I took advantage of it, and using his own strength, I grabbed his arm putting it behind his back and hitting the back of his knees with mine making him instantly fall. He rolled on the grass to end up laying on his back and the sun hitting on his face.

"Shit, Lilith," he complained, amused, hearing the burst of laughter of our accompanying.

"Told ya you shouldn't mess with her, mate," George said, to then give a long sip to his cold beer.

"You should've listened to your twin," I winked at Fred, offering my hand to help him to stand up from the grass.

"You distracted me," he tried to catch Liv's beer but she slapped his hand. Lately, the four of us had been bonding a lot and becoming closer.

"All is fair in love and war."

I sat on the grass and laid back, enjoying the sunlight that we rarely had in England. I opened my eyes slightly to look at Fred - as I got the habit of doing so, unconsciously - and he was staring at my legs while biting his lip discreetly. A little smirk formed in my mouth. What a good day to be using summer clothes.

Suddenly, I felt a weight falling over me and a familiar giggle.

"Tonks!" I hugged her, with my voice a bit out-of-breath because of the unexpected hit.

"Morning, people!" the purple-haired witch greeted all of us, still over me. "Came to give you a little visit and to tell you something," she looked at me. "But considering you four are here, I only have to say it once."

We all paid full attention to her.

"In three days is my birthday, and honestly, this year I don't feel pretty much like doing a huge party, so, after I visit some of my muggle friends, I thought maybe we could have a couple of pints and joints."

"We are in!" the twins burst at the same time.

"What a fantastic adult influence you are, Dora!" Liv chuckled, ironic, and Tonks winked at her.

"You're good, though?" I asked, surprised that she said she didn't want to do something bigger for her 23s.

"Yeah, sure! Just wanna have something calmer, you know?"

"If that's what you want, you'll have it." I shrugged, smiling at her. "But, you know what else would be fantastic?"

She opened more her eyes, curiously.

"What?"

"If you get off me. I love you, Dora, but you're crushing my left boob."

She giggled and rolled to the grass, grabbing my beer and finishing it in just one sip.