Parvati found a moment to sneak away to her childhood bedroom so she could open the package she knew awaited her from Michael.
The cuff was perfect, and she slid it on her wrist with a broad grin. Part of her felt like she should be offended he'd given both her and Lisa the same thing, but she knew that was petty. He didn't care about Lisa the way he cared about her, and that was what mattered. She held the picture frame with their photo from the ball in her hands and decided to go ahead and send it now. The rest of his gift could wait, but she thought he'd like this.
Michael,
It's perfect. I love it. Thank you so much. Here is part of your gift, too. Don't spend too long staring at it, though. I'd hate for your eyes to tire.
Michael was flat on his bed, swatting at an old snitch that was flying lazily around his room when the owl returned, clutching a small, flat box. He tore off the paper and pulled the box open. There was a photo of them from the Autumn Ball. Merlin, Parvati was so pretty. What on earth did she want with a sloppy, wannabe Auror from a blue-collar family?
He wasn't sure he knew the answer to that, he was just wildly glad that she did.
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The cuff was perfect, and she slid it on her wrist with a broad grin. Part of her felt like she should be offended he'd given both her and Lisa the same thing, but she knew that was petty. He didn't care about Lisa the way he cared about her, and that was what mattered. She held the picture frame with their photo from the ball in her hands and decided to go ahead and send it now. The rest of his gift could wait, but she thought he'd like this.
Michael,
It's perfect. I love it. Thank you so much. Here is part of your gift, too. Don't spend too long staring at it, though. I'd hate for your eyes to tire.
Love,
Parvati
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He wasn't sure he knew the answer to that, he was just wildly glad that she did.
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