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„What a good BBV you are“, Vinnie smiled sweetly and petted his hair softly. After this it was a wonder, Louis hadnt tripped and fell down the stairs. Well, not that she knew of at least. Maybe she should cast a protection charm when he wasnt paying attention? She had to keep that in mind.
Healer McFay? What? „ Remember when i told you about my healer abilities?“, the girl laughed,“ people would get even sicker if i was their healer. I am impatient and very rude if i want to be.“ There was no way the Slytherin could be nice to someone she didnt like, without realising she would mix something into their drink or something. Gladly, she was into history and not into herbology and all the stuff you needed to become a healer. „But you're welcome, anything for my little cherub.“
Overuse.Overuse.Overuse. Hehe.
And just likt that the hardcore cherubs were born. Hogwarts very own wandering band. Now who ever said butterbeer didnt have positive effects on your imagination was totally lying. To that Vinnie took a long sip out of her bottle.“ To the creation of the hardcore cherubs“, she raised her bottle, „ to us, hardcore cherub 1 and 2.“ And with the marhsmallows they would have a proper little celebration. They didnt need all the other things around it, after all they were hardcore. Chairs and plates were overrated.
Eying the marhsmallow in the fire the girl licked her lips, that looked delicious already.“ So the key to your heart is food too?“ That was good to know, veeerrry good.
Louis purred drunkenly when Vinnie petted his hair. What? He was a sucker for fingers through his hair, it sent a rush of endorphins through the back of his head. Also, he was a little drunk, so it actually amplified that pleasant effect.
The boy laughed when Vinnie reminded him of what a terrible healer she’d make. “Impatient and very rude?” he asked, turning to her with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t think I can believe that until I see it. You’re easily one of the nicest people I’ve ever met…” Which was very weird, because if he actually believed the way Vinnie talked about herself, Lou would’ve thought she was a terrifying, mean creature. …Aaaand, there it was again. Little Cherub. Louis scrunched his nose disapprovingly but, again, kept his complaints to himself, instead taking another sip of butterbeer.
“To the Hardcore Cherubs!” Louis toasted with an amused smile, then took a long sip from his drink. He wondered vaguely how much of any of this they would still remember the next day - hopefully not the Little Cherub bit. Oh, please, allow Vinnie to forget all about that awful nickname.
“Indeed. But I think that’s a pretty universal key. Everyone likes food, don’t they?” said Louis as he pulled back the marshmallow from the fire. It was still warm and had turned a lovely shade of gold. Pulling the marshmallow from the rod with his fingers, Louis turned to Vinnie. “Open up.”