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𝕋ℍ𝔼 morning sunbathed the Hogwarts courtyard in warm, golden light, and the crisp autumn air carried the faint scent of fallen leaves. Ophelia sat cross-legged on the soft grass, her baby Niffler, Grim, perched on her knee with a determined gleam in his tiny black eyes. Across from her, Violet Sweating, a Hufflepuff and distant relative of Poppy Sweating, one of Elysia Selwyn's friends. Elysia is Ophelia's great-great grandmother, who started Hogwarts at year 5. Violet sat with a serene smile, her wand tucked behind her ear and a butterbeer cork necklace swinging as she tilted her head to watch.

Grim, with his shiny fur and an adorably pudgy belly, was in the middle of an important task. He reached out with his little paws, grasping for the silver coin Ophelia dangled just out of his reach. "Come on, Grim, you can do it," Ophelia cooed, her voice dripping with encouragement.

The tiny creature chittered indignantly, his beady eyes narrowing in concentration. With a sudden burst of determination, he launched himself forward, snagging the coin triumphantly. He tumbled off her knee in the process, landing in a soft heap on the grass.

Violet giggled softly, her dreamy voice carrying across the courtyard. "I think he's quite proud of himself," she said, leaning forward to offer Grim a shiny shell she had found earlier. "Niffler's are highly intelligent, you know. I imagine he has his own secret stash somewhere."

Ophelia laughed, scooping Grim up into her hands. "Oh, he definitely does. I caught him trying to hide my necklace under my bed last week." She scratched behind his tiny ears, and Grim melted into her palm, letting out a series of contented chirps. "You're lucky you're cute," Ophelia teased, holding him up so they were nose to snout. "Otherwise, you'd be in so much trouble."

Grim responded by nuzzling her nose, and Ophelia's heart practically melted. Violet watched the interaction with an amused smile, her gaze soft and full of wonder. "He likes you a lot," Violet said. "It's nice to see such a bond. It's almost as though he chose you."

Ophelia smiled, her fingers gently stroking Grim's fur. "He's my little troublemaker," she said fondly. "I wouldn't trade him for all the shiny things in the world."

Grim seemed to take offense to this, chittering indignantly as if to say, Excuse me, shiny things are life. Ophelia laughed and reached into her pocket, pulling out a small, glittering trinket—a charm she had found during one of her adventures in the castle. "Here, you magpie," she said, placing the charm in his waiting paws.

Grim clutched the trinket to his chest like it was the most precious thing in existence. He scampered down to the grass, proudly showing off his new treasure to Violet.

"I think he's trying to impress me," Violet said with a twinkle in her eye. She reached out, placing another shiny shell near Grim, who eagerly added it to his growing hoard.

Ophelia leaned back, watching as Grim darted around, inspecting every gleaming object and she presented to him. The sight of his pure, unbridled joy filled her with a warmth she couldn't describe. It was simple moments like these, surrounded by friends and her mischievous little companion, which made her feel truly at peace.

Violet looked at her thoughtfully. "You have a big heart, Ophelia. That's why Grim trusts you so much. Creatures can always tell."

Ophelia's cheeks flushed faintly, but she shrugged off the compliment with a smile. "Maybe he just knows I'm a sucker for anything cute and fluffy," she said lightly, but deep down, she felt a swell of pride in Violet's words.

As Grim climbed back onto her lap, clutching his treasures, Ophelia leaned down to kiss his tiny head. "Alright, you little hoarder, time for breakfast," she said, standing up with Grim cradled in her arms. "And no, that doesn't mean you can steal the silverware."

Violet giggled, standing to follow her. "Maybe we should tell the house-elves to keep an eye on the cutlery, just in case."

The two girls walked back toward the castle, laughing softly as Grim chittered in protest, undoubtedly plotting his next shiny heist.

As Ophelia and Violet strolled back toward the castle, Grim nestled in Ophelia's arms, clutching his shiny treasures, their laughter echoed softly through the morning air. The warmth of their friendship was evident in the easy, natural way they moved together—Ophelia's vibrant energy a perfect complement to Violet's calm, whimsical demeanour.

"You know," Violet began, her voice light and thoughtful, "I think Grim might be a Crumple-Horned Snorkack in disguise."

Ophelia raised an eyebrow, glancing at her friend with a playful grin. "Oh, really? And what makes you say that?"

Violet tilted her head, as if pondering the question. "Well, they're known for their love of shiny things and their ability to form deep bonds with kind people. It's not so far-fetched."

Ophelia laughed, adjusting Grim in her arms as he snuggled closer. "I'll take your word for it, Violet. Though, if he starts sprouting a horn, I might need your help explaining that to Professor McGonagall." Violet smiled, her gaze distant but content. "I think Professor McGonagall would understand. She might even know a charm to help him manage it."

As they approached the Great Hall, Ophelia paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know, Violet, we haven't pranked anyone in a while."

Violet's eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. "Pranked? Oh, Ophelia, I didn't realize you had such a mischievous streak."

Ophelia smirked, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "I might've been inspired by Grim. His kleptomania is rubbing off on me."

Violet tilted her head, clearly intrigued. "What did you have in mind?"

Ophelia leaned closer, whispering her plan in Violet's ear. As she explained, Violet's lips quirked into a small, amused smile. "That does sound rather entertaining," she admitted. "But won't it upset someone?"

"Nah," Ophelia said with a wave of her hand. "It's harmless. Plus, I'll make sure they know it's me—afterward."

The two girls shared a knowing look before heading into the hall. Breakfast was in full swing, and the Gryffindor table was abuzz with chatter. Spotting the perfect opportunity, Ophelia handed Grim to Violet and quietly snuck over to the Slytherin table.

A flick of her wand and a whispered incantation later, the juice in Draco Malfoy's goblet began to bubble ominously. She quickly darted back to Violet, who was waiting with a serene expression, Grim perched on her shoulder like a furry little accomplice.

Draco picked up his goblet, eyeing it suspiciously as the liquid inside shimmered and changed colours. "What in Merlin's name—" He sniffed it cautiously before taking a sip. The moment the juice hit his tongue, Draco's hair turned a vivid shade of neon pink, complete with sparkling streaks.

The Slytherin table erupted into laughter, and even the other houses couldn't help but join in. Draco spluttered, glaring around the room as he tried to figure out who was responsible. Ophelia kept her face neutral, though her lips twitched with barely contained laughter.

Violet, on the other hand, was the picture of calm. She gently patted Grim, who seemed to be watching the chaos with great interest. "Pink suits him," she said softly, loud enough for Ophelia to hear.

Ophelia finally lost it, laughing so hard she had to lean on Violet for support. "Oh, Violet, I think this is the start of something truly beautiful."

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By: SilverMist707

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