Honey Bee

Chapter 30

Fred and George had had a great success with their Canary Creams, and for the first couple of days of the holidays, people kept bursting into feather all over the place.

Before long, however, all the Gryffindors had learned to treat food anybody else offered them with extreme caution, in case it had a Canary Cream concealed in the centre. Fred told me he and George were now working on developing something else.

But I was the only one they wouldn't dare try to curse with food... I can blow them up, maybe not on purpose.

Snow was falling thickly upon the castle and its grounds now. The pale blue Beauxbatons carriage looked like a large, chilly, frosted pumpkin next to the iced gingerbread house that was Hagrid's cabin, while the Durmstrang ship's portholes were glazed with ice, the rigging white with frost. The house-elves down in the kitchen were outdoing themselves with a series of rich, warming stews and savory puddings, and only Fleur seemed to be able to find anything to complain about.

"It is too 'eavy, all zis 'Ogwarts food," they heard her saying grumpily as they left the Great Hall behind her one evening (Ron skulking behind Harry, keen not to be spotted by Fleur). "I will not fit into my dress robes!"

"Oooh there's a tragedy," Hermione snapped as Fleur went out into the entrance hall. "She really thinks a lot of herself, that one, doesn't she?"

"Don't be rude about Fleur. Loads of girls are concerned about their looks." I said sticking up for Fleur, I had to, I had just come off another diet.

"Hermione - who are you going to the ball with?" said Ron suddenly.

He kept springing this question on her, hoping to startle her into a response by asking it when she least expected it. However, Hermione merely frowned and said, "I'm not telling you, you'll just make fun of me."

"You're joking, Weasley!" said Malfoy, behind them. "You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood?"

Harry and Ron both whipped around, but Hermione said loudly, waving to somebody over Malfoy's shoulder, "Hello, Professor Moody!"

Malfoy went pale and jumped backward, looking wildly around for Moody, but he was still up at the staff table, finishing his stew. I just rolled my eyes at them all.

"Twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?" said Hermione scathingly, and she, Harry, and Ron went up the marble staircase laughing heartily.

"Really Draco?" I asked as JJ walked over.

"Hello my bitches." She said. "To creepy? Ok then." She walked off. That was strange.

"I'll see you guys later." I walked off back to the common room and saw Harry, Ron and Hermione talking in a corner. I just ignored them and sat on Fred's lap.

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I woke up Christmas morning feeling great, it was early but everyone gets up early on Christmas morning. Still in my pyjamas I walked down to the empty common room carrying my presents Rosabelle had delivered from Charlie and June. It had come with a letter which I presumed was a Christmas card.

'Merry Christmas Missa,

It's so strange not having you here at the house, but rethinking it, it's probably best though. June is now five months along and cries at absolutely everything (June also gets angry at things Charlie says)

But the good news from all of this, you're getting a baby sister! We haven't decided on a name yet, but we're thinking something long and formal (Charlie is allowed to shorten the name as long as it's something sweet and not created from prison visits) I'm thinking Adrianna, that way we can call her Anna!