“Do we really have to spend Christmas with them?”
baby, it’s cold outside! status: accepting!
She doesn’t even glance up at him, instead glances at the rather large group of people that had decided they all needed some bonding time. She spies her king, Thierry, and her insufferable older brother amongst the crowd, and she already feels the headache she’d be getting. When the crowd gets rowdy, and she spots the lone gryffindor in the crowd and her eyebrow twitches did she look up at her cousin. Lips pursed, she reaches and tugs on the sleeve of his coat and parts her lips to say,
“It’s never too late to spend Christmas someplace else. Let’s go before they see us.”












