【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

"The heartbeat is very fast...how fast." He tightened his arms and deliberately asked her, "I need a reasonable explanation."

"Shh-" Avella didn't answer him. She put her index finger up to her lips. When he was stunned, she broke away from his arms and lay on the railing of the rooftop. "Abu, listen. , there is a rumor."

How could there be much wind on a summer night? It was just an excuse she was looking for to avoid the topic.

Abraxas lowered his head helplessly and chuckled before following her up, but he only stood beside Avella and did not choose to 'lye' on the railing like her.

He turned his face to look at her, carefully tracing her features with the moonlight.

In fact... he can hear those very weak and weak sounds that can only be heard if you listen carefully.

A breeze gently blew Avella's hair up, and Abraxas raised his hand to block the arc of those hair.

He felt the warmth of the night wind blowing on the back of his hand, and felt the slight itch on his palm when her hair was blown up.

Maybe it was because of the current moment, or maybe it was because looking at her from the young man's eyes, in his eyes, the person was gentle.

"Abu, can you see the stars in the distance clearly?" Avella raised her hand and stretched out towards the night sky. She clasped her palms in vain and then let go. She stretched her hand back, "It's so far away. You can't even see the stars that are far away." Clear the road ahead.”

She looked at her 'nothing' hand and was stunned.

It's really beautiful, but it's too far away to see clearly.

The person next to her did not respond to her, but took out her wand and slowly said:

"Lumos." A light the size of a luminous pearl slowly condensed from the tail of the 'cedar wand' in the boy's hand. He approached her and handed the wand to her eyes, "Now Do you still feel that it is far away?"

He placed the wand between him and her, and the light from the tip of the wand illuminated the pair of boys and girls on the rooftop.

It also illuminated his and her faces.

Avella raised her head and looked at him blankly. She saw the sparkles in his eyes, the gentle smile on the corners of the young man's lips, and the cluster of 'sparks' that were lit just for her.

Because she felt that the stars in the distance were too far away, he lit a 'star' for her.

She shook her head and wanted to say something more, but her eyes became moist again when she saw the cluster of 'sparks' in the hands of the young man in front of her.

"Lumos." She took out her wand and softly called out the spell. When she looked up at him, she felt her eyes were very wet, as if something was about to fall. "In this way, Abu's one will also light up." .”

The young man smiled and put his wand into her other empty hand. Until she held the wand, he said, "Vivian will have two."

‘And the one I have is lit up for Vivian. ’

Abraxas looked down at her and chuckled silently. His eyes reflected the figure of the girl in front of him illuminated by the two wands. The last words were sealed in his heart.

It was enough for Feng to hear those words, but Vivian didn't need to hear them.

The wand can best sense the owner's emotions, is equivalent to the wizard's closest companion, and is also equivalent to the other side of the wand owner.

Whether the wand owner accepts him or not can be clearly sensed the moment he touches the other person's wand.

What's more, if it weren't for acceptance and care, how could he hand his wand into the hands of 'others'?

When the 'cedar wand' was given to her by its owner, Avella felt an extremely warm power the moment she held the wand.

His wand did not resist her.

On the contrary, it was accepting her like a treasure.

"It's nothing, Vivian." He raised his hand and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He moved slightly closer to her and softly comforted her, "Have you sensed it? 'It' also cares about Vivian." .”

It's no big deal, Vivian doesn't need to be moved by it.

Because he cares about her, the things he does for her are voluntary.

Vivian, this is what you should do when you truly care about someone, and you don't need to be moved by it.

Later, the boy and girl stayed on the rooftop for a long time, until they slowly went down to the first floor and walked towards the stairs leading to the lounge at the bottom of the lake. He and she bumped into Alice and Tom, who had just opened the stone door of the lounge and planned to patrol the corridor. 'Up.

"Fortunately, our two chiefs also know the way to the Slytherin lounge at the bottom of the lake." Tom stretched out his wand to block Elvira's way. The tall and handsome boy looked around between the young girl in front of him. , Youyou said, "Otherwise, her anxious brother and sister may have to rush through the entire castle before the curfew."

"Okay Tom, stop blocking here. I'm afraid the curfew will really be enforced in a while." Alice sighed softly and couldn't help but stretched out her hand to rub the top of her sister's hair. "You, why are you going out like this?" I should contact my sister and brother first tonight, don’t I always have a double-sided mirror with me?”

Although there was still some time before the curfew, it was indeed too late now. If she didn't see her little unicorn in a while, she might really have to turn the whole castle upside down to find it.

"Sister, I shouldn't let you and brother worry for no reason." Avila stepped forward and hugged her sister, and the girl nuzzled in her sister's arms, "There will never be a next time, okay? .”

It wasn't until the sisters let go that Tom's eyes were fixed on the girl. He didn't speak but continued to stare at Avila and Abraxas in front of him.

"Sorry, it was me who suggested going to the rooftop with Vivian. Please don't blame her." Abraxas took Elvira's hand and bowed his head slightly towards Alice and Tom. He tightened his hold slightly. The strength of her hands.

He was comforting her, he wanted to reassure her.

Alice looked at Abraxas with a little more appreciation in her eyes, but Tom noticed the movement of the two holding each other and his expression froze.

In the end, it seemed as if he had no choice but to do anything to her. He stretched out his hand to fix her hair.

"The slogan is 'Mockingbird'." The tall boy put his wand into his robe and left to fulfill his responsibilities as a prefect. "It won't happen again."

"Little unicorn, don't blame your brother for his attitude. He is also anxious. The slogan in the lounge changes every week and you are not here, so we will inevitably worry." The smile in Alice's eyes got worse and she bent down to give Ai a squeeze. Vera's cheek said, "Okay, go back quickly."

Alice held her wand tightly and followed Tom, who was always waiting for her not far away, until finally the boy at the front stopped and turned around as if to say something to her.

He saw that the blond girl in front of him also put away her wand. Later, the figures of the two people became further and further away, and the words that Avella could hear became increasingly blurry.

"Abu, did you hear that? It won't happen again." Avella deliberately shook the hands she held with the young man, and the girl read out Shimen's slogan with a smile on her lips.

It wasn't until the stone door opened that she let go of him.

"Yes, I heard it." Sensing the emptiness in his hands, Abraxas suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. The young man chuckled and continued to hold her hand, "Let's go, let's go back."

Vivian wanted to let go of his hand and go in alone, but this time he didn't get what she wanted.

He felt the movement of the person next to him, who was obviously stunned for a moment, but the person didn't break away from him or resist, he just let him hold his hand.

Even... responded to his actions.

At that time, there were less than three or two people in the lounge, and some of them had chosen to go back to their dormitories to rest, while more chose to stay in the rest area of ​​the men's dormitory or the women's dormitory to socialize.

When they saw the visitor, the people in the lounge also greeted him and her one after another.

"Double-sided mirror, remember." She even let go of the hand holding his little finger, and Avella turned around in the direction of the women's dormitory, even her steps were small and slightly excited.

"Remember." He chuckled and whispered to her, although he knew that the girl who had returned to the women's dormitory could not hear his answer.

Elvira felt a few burning gazes as she passed by the women's dormitory, and these gazes prompted her to stop.

"Miss Grindelwald...cough, senior sister, do you remember me?" The person who came was a girl with long black curly hair. In her hand, the girl held an exquisite gray box decorated with black ribbons.

There seemed to be a flat box underneath the gray box. The flat box was obscured by the gray box above. Avila could barely distinguish it through its outer outline and shape.

"What's the matter, Miss Bosted?" Avella stopped where she was and responded politely to the visitor. She looked towards the sofa in the women's dormitory. Most of the girls sitting there were new faces.

Among them, she found one or two existences that she had crossed paths with before. The girl smiled slightly towards them, and she found the owner of those eyes.

"I said, we should go up and say hello." Lilias, who was sitting on the single sofa and trying to cover herself with a book, whispered to Orillia, "Miss Grindelwald has discovered us."

Orilla lowered her head blankly as if she didn't hear what her friend beside her was saying. After a while, she couldn't help but raise her head and quietly use her peripheral vision to look at the girl who had been stopped by Burst.

"These are gifts from the Bosted family. They are some precious glass sapphire jewelry." Cecilia came with the determination to reintroduce herself, but she found that the girl in front of her still had some doubts about her. I couldn't help being stunned for a moment when I was impressed.

The smile on the black-haired girl's face became more sincere unconsciously.

Cecilia thought that the girl in front of her could take the box, which would be regarded as accepting the overtures of the 'Bosted Family', but after a while, the girl still made no other moves.

She just stood there and looked at her. The girl looked at her with a calm expression. Even these expensive things could not stir up any waves in her.

"Don't you like it?" the black-haired girl asked cautiously. She was definitely a little unhappy about being rejected, but she was more uneasy.

Are you not satisfied with these gifts?

If she is not satisfied with these, she will have to write a letter to tell her family to prepare others.

"Miss Burst, can you tell me what's in the box below?" Avella's soft words brought Cecilia's somewhat messy thoughts back. She had to look calm, but also gentle.

Like just a normal inquiry, nothing more.

"They are some biscuits that my mother wants to give you." The black-haired girl's voice suddenly dropped, and she covered the flat box at the bottom with a hint of anxiety, "These are just some inconspicuous things, Green Miss Devore, I originally wanted to throw them away at some point..."

She bit her lower lip tightly, as if she was forced to say the most embarrassing words.

She shouldn't have brought these embarrassing things over.

Cecilia didn't understand why her mother would think such a cheap and ordinary thing could be used as a gift.

She lowered her head, thinking that the girl who was born in Grindelwald would laugh at her. Cecilia raised her head uneasily, but found that the expression of this 'Miss Grindelwald' seemed to soften.

"Can you give me this gift? I will give you a gift in return." Avella stretched out her hands towards her. Even if she didn't get a response, she didn't care. She was just waiting patiently for the girl in front of her. 'answer'.

Cecilia lowered her head and took out the light yellow box decorated with pink ribbons at the bottom. She wanted to hand the box to her but hesitated.

"There is no need to return the gift, Miss Grindelwald, this is not a valuable thing." As if she had made up her mind, Cecilia took a deep breath and handed the extremely cute flat box to Ivy in front of her. La, "Miss Grindelwald, go to bed early, good night."

The black-haired girl left in a hurry, so hurriedly that Avila didn't even have time to thank her.

She looked down at the cute box in her hand and couldn't help but smile softly, and her hand stroked the box very gently.

It turns out that this is the gift prepared by the mother for her child...

Avella held the box and continued to walk toward the dormitory, but she slowly followed two figures behind her. The two figures were not too far away from her. She paused and looked back at the girl who had been secretly following her.

"Can you tell me why you are following me, Miss MacMillan, Miss Shakur." She asked them softly, standing there waiting for them to come to her.

"I...have always wanted to say hello to Sister Avila, but I couldn't find a chance." Orillia lowered her head as if she didn't dare to come over. It was only when Lilias pulled her over that she dared to muster the courage. Courage to speak out.

For some reason, Orillia always felt that Miss Grindelwald, who looked so gentle, always had a vague sense of oppression.

When did it start? Was it because of the indeterminate chief battle between Miss Grindelwald and Malfoy, or was it because of Miss Grindelwald's behavior in the chief battle that was completely different from usual? the other side of.

Or maybe it was because earlier, she answered those doubts for her.

She didn't know and couldn't figure out why.

After that day she thought about contradicting her, but she couldn't because Miss Grindelwald was right.

The examples that Miss Grindelwald mentioned that day were concretely displayed in front of her before the sorting. She saw with her own eyes what she once thought was an absurd contradiction between "pure blood" and "Muggle blood".

If she hadn't reminded her that day, when those things happened before the sorting today, she would have been the one who became the target of public criticism.