CL Little Bundles of Fake Joy Open

Like the very competent enemy he was Elsian stuck out his tongue right back. “No you.” He said haughtily.

He would not be silenced. Forbidden. Outlawed. He booed at his enemy's thoughtfulness; kindness had no place here. Class? Amazing creativity? Tasteful plans for the other's destruction? All check. This disgustingly blatant regard for Elsians well-being, while heartwarming in any other situation was nemesis taboo. “Boring,” he said. “I’d be fine I’m sure. What grand rivalry would be complete without being pushed down a few flights of stairs at least once?”

The answer was none. Anyone who said otherwise were fakers and had no taste.

“Also the stairs aren’t lethal. They are perfectly safe. Amazing for stair surfing in fact, just shows how much you need to learn before becoming the enemy I deserve George.” He sniffed, giving the other a rather smug grin. “Don’t worry, you'll get there someday. Past juvenile toe murder and onto grander things, I’m sure.” It wasn’t quite a taunt, more joking banter than anything but there was a layer of seriousness to it, hidden deep under haughty dramatics and laughter. Here was hoping the reject had bigger plans than halfhearted threats and crushed feet.

Leaning back he shrugged, plastering on an easy smile. “You could say that,” he offered, fiddling with a lock of hair as George put the bundle away. Oh darn, seems like there would be a chance the other might open the wrong one too early at this rate… maybe best not to offer the 2nd one…

Then again.

It’d be awfully funny either way.

“Friend and I blundered up and brought too much,” he snickered cheerfully. “Got plenty, but don’t worry your pretty little head, doesn’t make you any less special~” He cooed dramatically, reaching out to pat the other boys head once, twice, condescendingly before any attempts were batted away and hopping away from any annoyed attacks or grumbles the badger might aim at the Gryffindor.

Elsian would wave back with a snicker, twiddling his own fingers at the boy lazily in goodbye. But George would not be able to escape before Elsian had pulled out a 2nd box, more wrapped and obviously meant to be taken around and dancing up behind the boy to plop the box atop his head like a pest. A pranked bundle just waiting to go wrong. “Share with your friends badgerbutt!” He laughed, quick to run off in a whirl of Gryffindor robes and laughter and slip away.