Post by Wilhelmina A. I. Lestrange on Dec 16, 2023 15:32:27 GMT
close your eyes and fall asleep, pray to god for no bad dreams
Leo was working, Atti was with Ria having quidditch lessons, and Helley had a rare day off to herself. Considering this was Leo’s house, Helley had made herself surprisingly comfortable in the space. She kept all her things in her room, she didn’t need to spread out into the main house, but she was comfortable enough to walk around in her pyjamas knowing there wouldn’t be anybody walking in on her. Sure, if this had been her own place she would have been entirely in the nude as she prepped herself a bowl of cereal, but Helley wasn’t that comfortable at Leo’s. She made herself her cereal and then stood, leaning against the kitchen counter, munching on her bowl of crunchy nut cornflakes, thinking about what she was going to do with her day off.
Christmas was fast approaching, only days away, and Helley was done with shopping. She still needed to wrap everything so she supposed that was probably the best way to spend her day off. It needed to get done and once she was finished she could follow up on some wedding bits for Izzy. Thankfully her wedding present to Izzy didn’t require wrapping so at least that was one less gift to worry about but there was a lot of wedding prep that needed following up on. The rings needed to be collected, the flowers needed to be chased up on, the suits and dresses needed a final fitting but she couldn’t do that alone, she needed everyone in the wedding parties for that, she’d just chase up the final dates for it and inform everyone. The less Izzy had to do, the better, the woman didn’t need the stress, Helley just wanted her to say what she wanted and Helley would see to it that it got done. All Izzy had to worry about was her wedding dress, and even then Helley was there to advocate for her every whim, she’d threaten everyone to get Izzy the perfect day. She deserved the very best.
Washing up her bowl and putting it away, Helley then headed upstairs to her bedroom. It was a wardrobe really, but it had her bedroom in it. Leo’s two bedroom house wasn’t really big enough for the three of them and there was no way either of them could handle her climbing into his bed every night, it would be suffocating, even though some nights she hesitated by his door, contemplating turning the handle and seeing just how badly she could fuck up this delicate balance they were somehow miraculously maintaining. It had been less than two weeks sine she'd had to move in with him but it had been easier than Helley had anticipated, then again she did always predict the worse case scenarios.
Helley got dressed, throwing on a loose green skirt and black top, Leo always kept the house so warm that she could have been in the most summery outfit she owned and still have been borderline balmy. Grabbing the bag of presents she had just inside her door and then another bag that was full of wrapping paper, tape, labels, and bows, she made her way back downstairs, missing living on just one floor. Stairs were a pain in the arse and she was being a dumbarse not using magic just to do all this.
Taking everything to the little dining table, Helley started wrapping presents. They weren’t the neatest but they were at least covered and they were the neatest she’d ever made them, hell, she’d even go so far as to slap a bow on them and cute little name tags. Admittedly most of them were for Atti and he was just going to tear the paper to pieces anyway, he wouldn’t care how they were wrapped. Helley was secretly looking forward to actually being able to spend a little time with him on Christmas day. Usually he received his gifts from her on boxing day or the day after. Did it really matter what day Atti got his gifts? Not really. Was she excited anyway that she got to spoil him on Christmas day? Maaaybe. Had she overstepped boundaries and bought Atti way, way too much to the point she figured Leo might get pissed off? Most definitely.
Nikolas Valore Drake
Outfit: Skirt and a colour!? She's in a good mood!
Notes: knock, knock. Who's there? My fist.
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