𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. fred weasley

𝚟. 𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚏

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Normally, the day before a new school term starts (read: the day Cress contemplates on throwing herself off of her roof in hopes that she doesn't have to board the Hogwarts Express), Blythe wakes her up, gently and a little bittersweet like a honeysuckle in the spring. 

Because Cress goes on a rampage that would scare even the Dark Lord's spirit, Blythe is the one who has to come into the beast's room. She knows this from experience because, one time, Cedric had to wake her up for some kind of appointment or something and Cress had had a bruised knee for almost a week because he had thought it would be hilarious to drag her--by the ankles--off her bed. (It wasn't and neither was the fact that Cress got punished because Cedric somehow ended up with a black eye that she had nothing to do with.)

So, basically, Blythe wakes Cress up like she's something delicate and pure and Cress just happens to relish the days her mother wakes her up; it means that she's home, enjoying holiday or break and doesn't have to rely on herself to wake up in the morning just so she can be on time for classes. Because honestly, Cress almost always manages to get up later than what she's supposed to and it kind of sucks since Snape always gives her detention for being tardy to lessons. (Fortunately, she's gotten a lot better at waking up when the sun comes up, which means she's received less detentions over the years.)

Today, however, it seems as though Blythe has decided to change up her methods, because said mother does not come wake Cress up in a bittersweet manner that makes Cress wish for an instant death rather than the slow, torturous one she stars with that morning. The blonde is woken rather forcefully, the air getting knocked out of her lungs when a heavy weight lands on her stomach. When she hears a loud screech, she instantly knows who it is.

Her eyes pop open, alert, as she curls in on herself, trying to take deep breaths. Dammit, that hurt. Her stomach feels like it has been meshed into her arteries or whatever's located near them. Cress squeezes her eyes shut and tries to avert her attention from where Gadby is jumping wildly on her bed in favor of listening to the rain outside. It is going to be one of those days, she supposes. Cress can feel annoyance boiling up into her system and she knows a headache will be approaching soon.

Gadby is still jumping up and down on her bed when Cress finally gets herself under control. The tiny elf looks absolutely delighted at the fact that he's in her room right now, hopping on her bed like some kind of rabbit and she takes a second to contemplate whether or not she wants to smother him or herself with her pillow. 

But then he turns his giant brown eyes her way, and says, "Gadby is happy to wake up Miss Cress! Gadby has missed Miss Cress!" and she forgets all about her irritation and is just joyous in the fact that he's here--he has been gone for almost a week now.

If anyone ever asks Cress how the Diggorys obtained Gadby, she's going to take a moment to feel bad for the person for inquiring her on such a thing (she becomes really vocal when talking about the subject) then she's going to dive right into the fateful backstory of how Crescent Diggory found Gadby the house elf.