Holidays meant sitting by the fire in the common room with a bucket of ice cream in her lap, Jumbo resting on her feet. The holidays back home was boring. Her grandparents must’ve planned a ball for all the pureblood families, been trying hard to get back to that prestigious society after reproducing a Squib. She snorted to herself as she shoved a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

“Crazy girl!” She didn’t even lift her eyes to know who it was. Only one boy called her crazy with that condescending tone. “It’s snow outside, why don’t I fill your bucket with ice and mud instead?” He cracked up with his wannabe girlfriend.

“No, thank you. I like my ice cootie-free.” Jessa replied cheerfully, batting her eyelashes. He looked confused.

She rolled her eyes and waved her wand. It didn’t take another attempt for the wand to spit out a rope, and have them tied tightly together. The boy and the girl both gasped, the former looked particularly frustrated. “YOU--!” Then they both fell face first on the floor. The girl seemed quite happy with this prank, though, so Jessa winked at her and laughed to herself.