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Chloe,
It’s not an invisibility cloak unfortunately, so the Gossip Witch will still find you, but I figured you could at least look lovely if she’s finding you. I hope you have an enjoyable holiday.
Sincerely, Katerina McCallum
She left the present on Chloe’s bed for her to find, a full size mockup paper designed to look like The Daily Prophet, but with Chloe’s column featured, with a byline for her and everything.
Don’t forget us little people when you’re big and famous.
-Your favorite person
Hey Chloe,
Happy Christmas! I got you some new Quidditch gear and a nice Ravenclaw jumper I found at the shop. It was cute, and I happen to know your size, so it worked. I’m not creepy, I swear. Anyway, I hope you like them!
Chloe,
Dunno if you already have these or not, but it’s one of my favorite book series. I hope you like it. Happy Christmas.
E. Harrison
Chloe,
Funnel cake is obviously the best gift, but as a bonus, these are some of my favorite books. Enjoy them, love. Happy Christmas.
CR
Chloe,
This version of Don Quixote is in the original Spanish, with English translations on the other side. I hope you enjoy it. Feliz Navidad.
Aureliano
Hog’s Head | Clyde & Chloe
“It’s t-t-too c-cold outside,” he commented darkly and slid into a seat next to the crackling blaze of the hearth. Outside, snow was falling and the students of Hogwarts were engaged in the yearly ritual of a Hogsmeade visit. Clyde, unlike his peers, thought it better to hide away in the dark, gloomy confines of the Hog’s Head and bide away time. Here, at least he could get a proper man’s meal and talk in secrecy with his friends. Well, what few friends he had. Even in the dingy belly of the Hog’s Head, there were still people who dared look at him with condescending eyes. Mutely, Clyde wondered if he’d ever escape the stresses of the world.
As the innkeeper happened by, the boy turned his head, offered a charming smile and said, “Could I p-possibly get a l-l-leg of lamb? Perhaps a d-dish of c-c-candy coated n-nuts, some b-b-buttered potatoes, some f-fresh baked bread and a f-f-flagon of mead too?” As if on cue, the boy’s stomach growled and lurched. Embarrassed by the noise, he clapped a hand to his gut and let out soft chuckle. “I h-h-haven’t eaten y-yet,” he explained.
“When exactly would yet start? That’s a lot of food,” Chloe said taking a seat at the boy’s table. “Someone sitting here?”
“They’re not waiting on you. They’re making you the most delicious muggle snack ever invented. I usually share with them, if that makes you feel any better.”
“And if you could’ve asked, why didn’t you?”
“I wouldn’t say all that now… But it was good. And I know they aren’t, but it feels like it.”
“Because….oh shut up.”
“You wouldn’t agree with me yet you were just saying it wasn’t fair to take it away from you?”
“Because is not a reason.”
“I’m staying too. Not that that will make you feel better but at least it’s more people in the castle. Silence is unnerving.”
“That’s true… Plus you get rid of some of the unbearable people for a little bit of time. Why aren’t you going home, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“My brother was annoying me so I decided to stick around. It’s probably better for his practice schedule anyway since he does’t have to take the time off.”
“Yeah, that’s the only thing odd about this.”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing… Just getting things ready before I have to get on the train.”
“I believe that like I believe in crumple horned snorkacks.” Chloe rolled her eyes.
“Let’s try again, what are you doing?”
“The fact that this looks nothing like Hogsmeade wasn’t a tip off?”
“Huh, I guess that would make sense as to why there were first years running around…”
“Yeah, that’s the only thing odd about this.”
“What are you doing?”
“You couldn’t!” Chloe said, with a smile. “Really, it’s fine. They’ll bring you a funnel cake and everything will be right in the world.”
“I could’ve! I hate having them wait on me…Feels wrong in a way.”
“They’re not waiting on you. They’re making you the most delicious muggle snack ever invented. I usually share with them, if that makes you feel any better.”
“And if you could’ve asked, why didn’t you?”
“My parents have some other things going on, I’m just going to stay back here for the Holidays again.”
“I’m staying too. Not that that will make you feel better but at least it’s more people in the castle. Silence is unnerving.”
“Well this isn’t Hogsmeade… Who would’ve known?”
“The fact that this looks nothing like Hogsmeade wasn’t a tip off?”
Chloe turned to the house elf that was closest to her. “Can I get another funnel cake for my friend?”
“Well you didn’t have to say it like that…Now they’re going to think that I can’t ask for myself.”
“You couldn’t!” Chloe said, with a smile. “Really, it’s fine. They’ll bring you a funnel cake and everything will be right in the world.”
Liar II Chloe & Elijah
She was on her third run. She took one this morning, right after reading the article. Her second run was taken instead of eating lunch. She thought about skipping divination to work through her anger and get her thoughts straight but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She had never skipped a class before and wasn’t going to start now, even though she couldn’t get a complete handle on her anger and could barely focus through any of her classes.
So she skipped dinner for her third. She was going to run until she absolutely couldn’t feel anger anymore.
He lied. He lied to her. After they had promised to never lie to each other.
She couldn’t wrap her head around why he would lie to her. She wouldn’t judge him if he had told her. She asked him about the argument she heard. She overheard them arguing and asked him about it and he lied to her. She could possibly understand if he just didn’t being it up. She could understand that. He lied to her face though. Actually, to her letter since she asked when she wrote him over the summer after she got the letter saying she made the main team. Would she have gotten onto the team if he hadn’t been put into a coma?
She hadn’t thought about that part. It said right there in the article how she took his spot. Was she going to start hearing about how she didn’t earn her spot? That she just got lucky? She turned a corner too sharply, almost losing her footing. She stopped once she regained balance. Her hands on her knees, trying to control her breathing.
Her heart was pounding in her ears. And she still felt as angry as she did the moment she read the article. This must be what betrayal felt like. Betrayal. Is that what this is?
The whole school was pissed off and ready to light torches because Elijah put a kid into a coma. Cygnus was telling anybody who would listen how he wasn’t safe. Everybody was attacking each other on Magicer and Chloe was out in the forest attempting to run off her anger. She wasn’t even upset or mad over what he did. She wasn’t afraid of him. She didn’t even think she could make him mad enough to get him to hit her. Instead, she was pissed because he lied to her. Her jaw has been clenched all day because he lied to her. She had been on the verge of snapping at someone for the wrong word because he lied to her.
Everybody was concerned over what he did to the kid and she was angry over what he did to her. Did that make her selfish?
She knew she had to talk to him. She Even told all of Magicer that nobody can touch him until she could talk to him because she thought they were about to start a lunch mob. She just wanted to wait until she was sure that she wasn’t going to kill him for lying. But she couldn’t shake this feeling. She had to go find him.
She ran back up to the castle, walking as fast as she could through the hallways, not even registering the faces she saw until she found herself in the library and found Elijah at a table in the History Magic section.
She was standing in front of him when she realized she had no idea what to say.
She went with the first thing that came to mind, “I don’t know if I should punch you or thank you.”
Elijah didn’t know what felt worse right now; the fact that he’d lied to so many people and they now knew, or the fact that those same people were now petrified of him.
Both of them were pretty terrible feelings, really. Lying had felt terrible in and of itself, and so many people finding out that he’d lied by omission in such a short period of time was… jarring, to say the least. He hadn’t even known if he’d needed to lie, really. He had come to that assumption based upon the fact that none of the adults around him would even speak with him about it, that they were pretending nothing had happened at all and continuing on with their days as though Laurent weren’t lying in a hospital bed at the moment with questionable chance of waking up. And with none of them to talk to about it, to find out if he could talk about it at all, didn’t it make sense that he wasn’t supposed to discuss it?
It was a foolish conclusion, probably. Elijah didn’t like lying, even lying by omission, and while he knew he should have just told the truth… that didn’t mean he hadn’t done it. Which was likely why he felt like the avoidance of his peers and the skittish looks that even some of his housemates were now giving him in light of the reveal was deserved.
He was still trying to go about as though nothing was different, though. He was still attending classes, taking his usual routes to and from them, and taking up his usual spots in the Common Room and the Library. At least, he was attempting that for now. If he were less attached to his routine, less in need of it at the moment, he might have realized that it was better to be in places people wouldn’t normally find him. He might have avoided them entirely, if he had known it would wind up terrible for him in the long run to be out and about.
If it would have stopped his peers from being so afraid of just walking down the halls with him, he would never have told Rosalyn the truth either. He would have lied and claimed they were friends, nothing more. That he was there because he wanted to keep an eye on him, rather than because of his own guilt over the situation.
In hindsight, he would have done a dozen things differently. It was only too bad that thinking back and realizing his errors couldn’t undo them.
When footsteps sounded in front of his table – the one in the middle of the History of Magic section of the library, where he could summon down books about the origins of poltergeists while keeping the others hovering around him in a slow moving circle without interrupting anyone around him – he didn’t even look up at first. It was better not to, he’d learned already. If he kept his head down and focused on his work, he could keep doing what he was doing and people would just skirt him. That had worked this morning.
And then her voice sounded.
Chloe. Of course it would be Chloe, who sounded almost strained as she looked at him. Chloe, who he had promised once that he would never lie to her, that he would always tell her the truth. Chloe, who he had lied to by omission, and on a large scale at that. It wasn’t a forgivable kind of lie, was it?
He knew it wasn’t. He knew it wasn’t, and that her anger was justified. Everyone should be angry with him, and he knew it was deserved, especially from the Ravenclaw girl in front of him, the girl who had gained a Main Team position and had asked him outright if he knew what happened to Laurent since he was suddenly gone. He shouldn’t have lied, his mind reminded him again. He should have just told her the truth from the beginning.
But then, if he had, she might still have been furious with him, mightn’t she? It wasn’t the kind of thing someone just overlooked and went on as though it wasn’t a big deal, after all.
And so Elijah kept his eyes down in front of him after little more than a quick glance up, not wanting the eye contact as his hands shifted to let his fingers start twisting the spinner ring on his right ring finger. “Probably the former, since there’s nothing to thank me for in the first place,” he returned quietly.
Slowly, the books he’d had hovering around him started to settle on the table in a neat stack, the ones he’d been summoning down stacking there as well as his spell eased them there. He didn’t want them distracting from the conversation, or potentially falling in the instance of too much emotional involvement in it. And this conversation, he had no doubt, was going to be emotionally charged.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
“You’re SORRY you didn’t tell me?” Chloe said, outrage dripping every word, her hand flying in the air in a circle as if to emphasize her point. They were way past sorry at this point. She was ready to find an all black robe and find a really high bench to sit on while she questioned him as if he was on trial.
‘I don’t know what happened’ the words from his letter flashed in her mind, not helping her anger situation. While the whole school was worried about Elijah hitting them somebody should be worrying about Chloe hitting Elijah. Although, she doubted her hits would even leave a mark on her friend. She remembered when she first met him and thought he was a tad scary looking until she realized he was a giant teddy bear.
Teddy bears had their flaws though, and Elijah could actually hurt people. Chloe wished so much that she could be mad over that. That she could be mad over the fact that he beat somebody into a coma. If she could be mad about that it would mean that her best friend didn’t lie to her. It would mean that while this secret is awful and it’s not a good thing they could still be friends and she could still trust him.
But that wasn’t why she was mad. He did lie to her. He lied to her without even thinking about it. At least, she doubted that he actually thought about the fact he was lying to her when he wrote his letter. She didn’t understand why he would hide it from her. Did he really think she would judge him? She watched her dad accidentally kill her mom. It was an accident, his anger taking over and whatever he said, and he didn’t do it on purpose. She knew better than anybody that emotions can take over and turn you into something you’re not. That’s why she was so afraid of them. She didn’t want to let something turn her into something she’s not. Elijah isn’t who everybody is making him out to be. He isn’t “Big Bad Elijah” she still believed that he wouldn’t hurt anybody. She didn’t think he was going to hurt her, even if she did yell at him until she was blue in the face about what he did to her. He might not be “Big Bad Elijah” but he was a liar.
“You,” she pointed a finger at him, just barely missing his arm. “Lied. To. Me.” she pointed the same finger back at herself as if she needed visual representation for who the people in the situation are. “Are you sorry that you didn’t tell me or sorry that you got caught? Do you even realize that you lied to me like it was no big deal?”
“Teammate was probably the only true word in that sentence.”
“I’ll tell you what, let me practice my charm on you and you can tell me all about whatever you wanted to say.
“Ouch. That shattering sound was my heart breaking, Chloe.”
“Meh, practise away for all I care. Just fill me in on what I missed while I was away, deal?”
“There was a shattering sound?”
“Deal, are you going to be able to hear me with all the tickling you’re going to be experiencing though?
