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I'm glad you love them 🥰🥰🥰
"What a lovely person you've become," he marveled.

Lyra smiled back a bit sheepishly. "Thanks, Dad," they said, "for...everything."

x
Draco, unable to say no to any of his children, took their hand and let Lyra lead them on the dancefloor. Draco could still remember when they were small enough to be carried in his arms, or balanced on his dragonhide shoes.
"They? Who's they?"

"My child, Lyra."

"You mean, she?"

"No, they," Draco said, teeth nearly bared like a lion.

The guest seemed to have gotten the hint and walked away slowly, her confused gaze never leaving Draco.

"Dance with me?" Lyra seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, hand outstretched.
"My wife and I make it a point to let our children express themselves through clothing," Draco replied with a condescending smile. "Lyra saw an old tuxedo I'd long retired and a gown their mother had, and worked their magic on it."
"A shame Lyra is pursuing a degree all the way in America," a guest whose name Draco didn't know (nor care to find out) said to him in a stage whisper. "And trousers! How unbecoming of a lady such as herself!"
Draco had long since shed the snide, judgmental personality he had in his youth.

On rare occasions though, it would come out. Especially, when provoked.
Day 6: pronouns

Language is constantly evolving and pronouns are one of the things that have changed the most in most languages over the years (despite what some people might say). The community has always used them as a form of self-expression and protest against gender roles.

I like yours 🥰
My bestie just sent a video of my nibling doing tummy time on this blanket 😭 and yes he had just turned 3 months
Hello it is morning for me but I did crochet last night 🫶
Lavender reached out and took Parvati's face into the palm of her hand. Parvati leaned into her warmth, caressing the scars that marred her skin.

The two of them leaned forward and met halfway in a long overdue kiss. A real one, this time, full of discovery and relief.

"Wanna get out of here?"

x
But perhaps that was a good thing. Perhaps it was time they both communicated clearly.

"Of course, I do," Parvati replied in a clipped tone. She was trying her best not to scream and cry all at once.
Lavender's head shot up at the admission. "You...have...feelings for me? You still have feelings for me?"

Shoot. One conversation with Lavender had Parvati laying out her cards. No room for misinterpretation.
belt loop. Parvati smiled. Lavender always needed something to do with her hands.

"I just wish you'd told me," Parvati finally said.

"I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship."

"Well you should have. Because I have feelings for you, too."
Padma was worried about exams and head over heels for a boy in her year--she wouldn't understand. Hermione was always gone and they were never really close to begin with. And she simply never mustered enough courage to tell Lavender how she truly felt.

"Parv please say something," Lavender begged.
Parvati couldn't do it. She took a swig of her butterbeer, needing to break eye contact with Lavender, otherwise she might burst.

She remembered the first time she realized that she wanted to kiss her best friend. She had no one to turn to.
"Of myself!" Lavender replied. "I was in a really bad place then, Parv. And I know it's not an excuse, but it's true. My identity was torn to shreds. I was still recovering from Greyback's attack, waiting for the next full moon, and on top of all that.. I was in love with my best friend."
Of all the things that Parvati wanted to hear from her, that wasn't it.

"Do you regret it?"

"Leaving? Yes," Lavender admitted. "Kissing you...no. But I was...so embarrassed."

"Of what?"
"I'm sorry, Parv. I knew I was an idiot. I knew I shouldn't have run away like I did. You're my best friend. I should have sent an owl on your birthday, at least. I shouldn't...I shouldn't have kissed you."
"Drink?"

"Sure."

Anything to break the tension.

The bartender served both of them a butterbeer each and they perched on the bar stool face to face.

"I'm waiting," Parvati huffed.

Lavender took a deep breath before exhaling into a rant she seemed to have held in for years.
Parvati wanted to do many things. Cry. Slap her. Kiss her. Walk away. But like that day at the platform, she felt herself unable to move.

The silence was awkward. Parvati could see Lavender's cheeks turning pink. She smiled at Parvati sheepishly.