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After pulling Sirius off Remus, preventing him from actually strangling his last Marauder friend to death, we all sat back down.
The atmosphere, which monts ago had felt dense and suffocating, was finally beginning to dissolve.
A light and peaceful silence hovered over the room. Not the uncomfortable kind… but the kind that gives you space to breathe again.
Looking around, I noticed that the faces were now more relaxed, with small smiles appearing here and there.
The jokes between , Dora, and Sirius — and the extrely unhappy reactions of the poor involuntary victim, Remus — managed to break the heavy atmosphere that had ford.
And seeing that, my own smile surfaced, carrying a sense of satisfaction with it.
Then, glancing lightly at the two Black blood tamorphs, I saw similar smiles on their faces.
Exchanging looks, the three of us subtly nodded to one another, sharing the feeling of a completed mission.
The three of us were playful by nature. We loved adding a joke or two into any conversation or situation — sotis even without noticing.
But this ti, we did it on purpose. Our sincere intention was to cheer everyone up, or at least ease the heaviness in their hearts.
Of course, the satisfaction of annoying and teasing each other was also a major factor… but that part we kept to ourselves.
"Well," I said, stretching my arms lazily, "I think we've already reached our quota of fights and not-so-subtle attempted murders for today."
"Speak for yourself," Remus grumbled, fixing his wrinkled collar, "I still feel deeply wronged."
"Awn, looks like soone had their pride hurt," Dora looked at him with an amused pout.
"Heh, not that Moony had much of that to begin with," Sirius added with a crooked smile — and imdiately got a pillow to the face.
With that, cheerful and light laughter echoed through the Room of Requirent — and even Remus let out a small, amused huff.
And for a mont, we didn't look like people who had just gone through a stressful or dangerous situation.
At this mont, we were simply a group of friends and family gathered together, enjoying the mont.
"Okay," I clapped my hands, drawing everyone's attention back to , "now that everything important has been said, I think it's ti for us to relax a little."
After saying that, I focused on the Room of Requirent, and in the next instant the common room we were in began to transform, responding to my thoughts.
The room expanded a bit more, almost doubling in size. On the right side, two large rectangular tables appeared against the wall.
More tables and chairs appeared in the back, made for small groups of three or four to gather.
On top of those tables were so board gas and card gas — both wizarding and Muggle — and other little things to pass the ti.
In the other corner of the room, several musical instrunts were summoned and, monts later, began playing on their own — producing a light yet lively lody that instantly lifted the atmosphere around us.
Seeing all that, everyone looked confused, but before they could ask what I was doing, I spoke again:
"Luumy! Dobby!" I called, and imdiately two pops echoed.
"Master Ethan called Luumy!?"
"Dobby is here, Sir Ethan Sir!"
In front of , two house-elves appeared, looking at with their big, excited eyes.
Luumy was a lilac-eyed elf, small even by house-elf standards. She wore a light-blue dress a bit stained with flour around the edges — showing that she was probably cooking sothing before being summoned.
As for the other elf… well, he was the little darling of the franchise's fans.
But at the mont, what truly caught the eye was the chaotic disaster that was his outfit.
He was wearing two oversized shirts covered in pins, a striped scarf, and four pairs of mismatched socks in different colors and sizes.
The true enemy of fashion... or perhaps, the creator of a new era.
"Hi," I smiled slightly at them, "Could you two go to the kitchens and prepare so snacks and drinks for us? Please."
Hearing my request, Dobby imdiately straightened up.
"Leave it to Dobby, sir! Dobby will bring Sir Ethan sir's snacks and drinks at once!" he said while saluting.
"Sniff… Master Ethan said please to Luumy… sniff!" the little elf cried, overwheld.
Luumy then lifted her head, staring at with teary but determined eyes.
"L-Luumy will make the best snacks for Master Ethan. Luumy won't disappoint you!"
Then, without another word, the two little creatures disappeared with another pop… but not before Dobby threw Harry a wide-eyed, almost reverent look.
Harry just blinked in confusion, feeling that both the na and the appearance of that elf were strangely familiar.
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"Okay… was it just , or was that weird?" Sirius asked, looking around.
"Well, Sirius, not all of us have a blood feud with house-elves," I replied, rolling my eyes, "So of us know how to maintain a friendly relationship with them."
"Friendly relationship? They looked ready to worship you," he made a face.
"What can I say? Being loved by everyone is almost a natural gift of mine." I shrugged.
This ti, it was the last true Black who rolled his eyes.
"And people say Gryffindors and Slytherins are the arrogant ones."
Ignoring that comnt, I stood up from my armchair. Under everyone's watchful eyes, I approached the two large tables — which had beco full of food at so point.
'They really work fast,' I thought, happily grabbing a plate and placing a chicken-and-carrot sandwich on it.
"Huh, Ethan dear… what are all these things for?" my mom asked, curious.
"Isn't it obvious?" I turned to her with a raised eyebrow.
But seeing everyone's still-confused faces, I sighed and explained:
"Guys, all of this…" I gestured around with one hand, "is for us to have fun and spend so good ti together."
"And, if you want, we can even call this our little private celebration party."
"Celebration party? And what exactly would we be celebrating?" Ron asked, confused.
The sa confusion showed on everyone's faces.
They didn't understand what there was to celebrate… not after the news of the Dark Lord's return.
"Well, my redheaded friend…" I began, taking a bite of my sandwich, "we'd be celebrating Harry's, Fleur's, and my victory in the Triwizard Tournant, obviously."
As soon as I said that, everyone froze for a mont.
It took their minds a mont to process the information, but once they did, they understood.
Ignoring all the disaster of our kidnapping and the dark mont that followed, they rembered that the three of us had indeed reached the cup and touched it… at the sa ti.
That technically ant we had all won the competition together — a tie between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.
"Oh…" Harry looked at , stunned.
Even Fleur seed a bit surprised.
Just like the others, they had forgotten that the Triwizard Tournant was, in fact, a competition — not just a trap for Harry.
Seeing that everyone had finally understood, I smiled lightly and placed my plate on the table.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" I said, snapping them out of their daze, "Let's celebrate!" I opened my arms invitingly.
With that, everyone exchanged glances, wearing strange or hesitant expressions.
They found the sudden shift a bit unexpected and maybe even out of tone.
However, I could see the excited and relieved spark in their eyes.
Even if it had co out of nowhere, no one could deny that this change was more than welco.
A change of atmosphere was exactly what we all needed at that mont.
"Well… as a good Hufflepuff, I can't say no to a party," Dora said, being the first to stand up.
She then walked toward the food tables.
"I hope those elf friends of yours made so stuffed potatoes, pigeon boy, because I'm starving for them," she said, winking at .
"Of course, Rainbow Dash," I smiled softly, knowing she had taken the initiative to encourage the others.
"Wait, stuffed potatoes? The ones with cheese, peppers, and bacon?" Ron asked, his mouth open, almost drooling.
"Uh-hum," Dora answered, already with her mouth full of potato.
Seeing that, the Weasley boy needed no further encouragent.
"Save so for !" he said, jumping up and heading toward the table.
"Hah! Now things are getting fun!" Sirius stood up as well, bobbing his head to the rhythm of the music.
Seeing that, the others started to perk up too, letting go of any hesitation or exhaustion.
The rest of the group rose from their seats, deciding they would enjoy the mont.
Tonight may have started with a disaster, but we were determined to end it in a much brighter, warr, and more comforting way.
End.
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