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„Say Harry, who are you going to ask to the winter dance?“, Parvati said while combing through her hair, pinning it up in a simple knot on the base of her neck.
„I mean, I’m not sure? It has to be somebody who’s going to accept our traditional wear. Probably Luna then. She doesn’t mind anything.“
Padma leant around her sister, giving Harry a look. „Harry, I’m not saying anything against Luna, because, honestly, she’s awesome, but I thought you like boys? Shouldn’t you be asking that mysterious crush of yours? It’s the first winter dance, it’s supposed to be romantic, if you know what I mean.“ She wiggles her eyebrows at the end, the look turning to something more mischievous as she went.
Harry hummed, stroking over the jacket that laid on his sisters bed. Silver embroidery gleaming in the light, he turned it over, before carefully folding it and putting it to rest his formal wear.
Parvati moved around the room, pulling various blouses and long skirts out of her closet. „Which lehenga and which choli? I can’t decide which one I want for the dance, they are all rather nice…“
„Forget about packing for school for a moment and let’s concentrate on Harry’s crush for a second!“, Padma threw herself all over Harry and managed to keep them just on the edge of Parvati‘s bed and from falling to the ground.
„Urgh, stop it, you are the worst sister!! Parvati, help me! I know you love me more than your twin!“
What followed was a hard pillow fight as Padma decided to throw one of the decorative pillows into Harry’s face.
Laugher erupted from the doorway and the three sprung away from each other so fast, as if their parents had caught them with their hands in the cookie jar (let it be said, even growing up with his fathers half sister, Harry still had the blood of a marauder).
In the door stood their mother, in all her sari clad beauty and clearly laughed at them.
„Come children, do not scuffle, make peace and take an afternoon tea with me and your Dādī, she wants to hear all about the boys at your school. And yes, that means the ones you like too, girls. She knows all.“
She smiled and left the siblings scrambling to look presentable to their grandmother. Maybe she would be lucky to finally drag her sons crush out of him?