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Gryffindoll Louis managed to sit up without hitting his head again, rubbing the spot where the corner of the coffee table had hit him. He grimaced, blue eyes shut as he tried to soothe the pain away. When Vinnie asked what he was doing, the boy opened one eye. “Oh, y’know. Falling off sofas, banging my head on pointy surfaces… usual boy stuff,” he teased with a grin, watching as she rolled off him to ask to see the damage. Lou hesitated for a moment but pulled his hand away from his head, letting the girl examine it. “Just tell me I don’t have a big hole in my head now, please.”
As Vinnie examined his head, Lou chuckled softly at her earlier suggestions of painting his cheeks rogue and having a photoshoot. “Oh? Do I get to wear a white cloth around my waist, too? And fake angels’ wings?”
“Leather jacket. Got it. Would you like it custom, with your name on the back? ‘ButterBeer Thief’?” Because, of course, Vinnie’s real name was not Vinnie McFay. It was BBT. This had been decided many butterbeers ago, the second she had stolen his at the Leaky Cauldron.
Vinnie eyed her friend rubbing his head and got slightly worried. They wouldnt have to go to the hospital wig would they? It wasnt that bad...if it was the brunette would feel guilty.
„Usual boy stuff i see“, she chuckled,“
so you fall off a sofa on a daily basis? Maybe thats why you are weird sometimes.“ The girl was totally joking, he was great.and she didnt have an excuse for being weird either. As he pulled his hand away the girl gently examined the spot he had hit and kisses his head slightly above.“
No hole visible, poor little boy, i'll get you some ice okay?“
Thankfully it didnt look too bad and Vinnie sighed relieved. No more tickling Louis with sharp objects around. His girlfriend would probably kill her if she damaged him.
The fifth year was glad Louis could still chuckle and wasnt crying. She had no idea how she would deal with that.
„ Of course you wouuuullld“, Vinnie laughed,
“ i mean if we go, we go all the way. We dont do halfway. We are hardcore.“ The image of her friend in white cloth with fake angel winks made her crack up. He also needed a halo and arrows with little hards at the ends. This was too much for the brunette and she ended up rolling around on the floor, laughing.
A custom leather jacket? Oh my god, that was Vinnie's dream. One day she would have a proper customized one. With studs, her name and patches.
„I would love that“, she chuckled,
“ especially the butterbeer thief part.But you have to get one too as the manager“ The Slytherin couldnt believe he still called her like that, she'd never live that down would she. If she was butterbeer thief forever, he was butterbeer victim. Heh.