#blalejonet

But it was hard!

She always made her own pink chocolate for anyone who was nice and kind to her, so how does she make something special for someone else! How do you do that! She spent the whole night agonizing over it, but she did manage to come up with the perfect solution.

Before the meeting, she gave everyone except Björn their chocolates. The reactions were really funny too! That southern Italian lady looked pretty confused and she didn’t seem too impressed, the danish lady gave her the biggest hug as a thank you (she even lifted her off her feet! That’s always fun!), and everyone seemed really thankful. But, she avoided the Swede.

So, when the meeting wrapped up, she quickly got up and dashed over to him. She grabbed his sleeve, and lightly tugged on it. She was looking exceptionally cute today since she took the time to make sure to doll herself up properly and look as pink and as soft as possible.

“Hello! Can you spare me a minute?”

           It was a dangerous business, Johanne was well aware of that. Her beloved school was slowly falling apart at the seams, and now it was turning into something so terrifying that she could hardly believe it. Or maybe that was always here - just never appears as a child. But now, she was almost seventeen years old and the rose glasses were coming off.

The messages calling her mudblood seemed to appear more and more often. People whispered it about her for months - about how neither of her parents were wizards, how they were nothing but some simple fishermen. As if that was a thing to be ashamed of! But, she knew what it meant. She could see the signs years ago, even before she joined the secret club. Dumbledore’s army.

It was everything she wanted. She could continue to practice magic - especially more combative and defensive spells that she enjoyed so much, plus she was able to help out other students. All throughout school people had to help her with her studies - after all, she had no background in magic and throughout summer she was meant to go to a summer school to catch up to the ‘muggle studies’ her parents made her attend. Not that she minded, and besides, she had her good friend Björn to help her out. He was always so good at these things - no wonder he was in Ravenclaw.

But not even Ravenclaw was safe. Somehow, it was found out that he too was muggle born - she knew that before, but at his request, she never made it public. Not everyone was made from the same stuff, and that was good too. Just as she was turning to go back to her dormitory, she noticed some kids… Wait.

Abandoning her staircase, she quickly made her way down to the corridors where she saw one of the older Slytherin boys push someone down. She quickly noticed the familiar blonde hair and -          “Hej! Hej, ugly, yea, I’m talking to you!” She quickly called out and started to run towards them. The moment one of the boys turned she threw her full weight into her fist and with her running start crashed it into his jaw. The man stumbled and fell over Björn, and while the other gaped in surprise she jabbed her elbow into his gut and kicked him to the side. The third one just made a run for it, as did the other two, the first one holding his hand over his bloodied mouth.

“Better run or I will turn you into a shish kebab! Do you know what that is, huh?!” She yelled after them and she would have chased after them had she not want to check on her old friend first. She huffed and turned to Björn.

Giving him a small smile, she helped him get back on his feet and pick up his books and parchment. “You should know better than to walk alone, Björn.” She quietly reprimanded him, giving him his things back. It hurt her to see him like this - he wasn’t like her, all fire and rage, ready to fight whenever wherever. He was much more… quiet. Reserved. Not that it was a bad thing - but it just meant situations like this were more likely to arise.

But, she reached up and took his glasses. “Fuck, they cracked them. Here,” She took out her wand and muttered the spell to fix them before handing them back to him. Johanne did always have a rather soft spot for Björn. They’ve been friends since the first year, both a bit too confused to all these floating things and food simply appearing in front of them. He was quick to help her out with her studies and always seemed to have real patience while working with her. She couldn’t really ask for a better friend - even if his team did sometimes beat hers in Quidditch.

“Are you alright?”

When the door bell rang, Ingrid was very pleased with her preparations that she had just finished minutes before. She had pulled out the movie projector and rolled down the screen for it, setting everything up in her living room and plugging in her PS4 into it. On the coffee table there could be found refreshments such as beer, groggvirke and vodka; snacks in the form of cucumber and carrot sticks, crisps, cheese doodles and a variety of dip sauces; as well as a few take-away menu from different restaurants nearby her flat for them to order once they got properly hungry. For the sofa sitting the activity to come she were surely dressed for the occasion in cosy socks, an old pair of adidas shorts, loosely fitting t-shirt and a knitted cardigan. Her hair was a huge messy braid, and resting underneath it in the crook of her neck was something cute and furry––Gräddkola.

exhaustion. / accepting.

“ No, no, I am- ”

Sigurd closed his heavy eyes and waited on the same spot he was standing in. He was so tired and exhausted, and the fact that for the last five days he’s been eating nothing but raspberry jam and toasted bread. So, maybe, just maybe, trying to track up to the cabin in the woods was a bad idea.

Still, he forced himself to walk.

I can give you some!! My town is full of them

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