>>6154370“Alright! Break it up with all this touch-y feel-y grab ass!”
“The glow-niggers are real, Jenn! Dad said they are, so they are!”
“Please, for the love of Merlin… there are no glowies, Aubrey.”
“Exactly what one of their minions would say and we have known each other since we were like six! ‘Brey!”
“Fine, ‘Brey. There is no Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, or Glow Niggers!”
“Lies! Santa always gets me a bag of chocolates he knows I love! I write him a thank you card every January 1st!”
Your head just hurt as you separated Aubrey and the slightly older boy.
“Umm, Jenn? I mean we have Unspeakables, the Secret Service around the Ministry of Magic. The glow…n-niggers might be real.”
“See! Knew you were a genius! Look, Travis! She knows too! Haha!”
“Macy? You know I love you to death, like a sister. My very own blood. But please, please do not feed her delusions. We have old ass magic symbols to fuck with, maybe ancient objects to find. I really do not need the idea of glow-niggers in my noggin.”
“I fall asleep every year waiting for Santa… he must use a suit with a Flame Freezing Charm since we normally have a fire going Christmas Eve…”, your smaller sister kind of mumbles out and kicks a couple of pebbles.
“Really… fucking r-“
“Huh. You know… we really don’t have any black friends, do we? Jenn?”, your sister calls out.
“Fuck, Emmy! We have a Vietnamese one and a Mexican one now! And I think our little sister is like ¼ Italian.”
“1/8 Greek, actually.”
“Oh, oh cool! Great, great, grandma was Amerind! I count too right?”, and Aubrey cries out, taking her wand off of Travis.
“Are you fucking kidding me…”
“I do think the glow n-niggers might be real, Jenn. Aubrey has been talking to me some… and it’s not your fault. There were like ten black kids in Hogwarts.”
And you just find the nearest wall and begin to slam your head against it until your twin pulled you back.
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Head now patched up; you made it to the front doors of the boy’s dorm. Emmy went over to the girl’s with Travis. You had Aubrey along with Macy, who asked you to activate your symbol a couple of times so she could sketch it… What turned out was a very, very good reproduction of the sigil. Almost 1 to 1 aside from a small doodle of you, Macy, Emmy, and the rest of your friends holding hands with what looked to be a rainbow over them in the corner.
You were interrupted from admiring Macy’s art when a small sliver racoon hopped up; stopped at your feet, waiting to be acknowledged.
“We are going at ten second from now. Ready?”
“Ready. Tell Emmy to not be slow.”
And the furry little Patronus vanishes into mist.
On the count, you placed your thumb right against the tip of the bottom line extending past the circle. Felt your twin do the same. Saw as a pair of blue-ish white lines extended and met.
And?
