"What is it?"

Nope no answering Anathema is busy setting her de-icinged cupcake down and tackling Fay.

"Thank you thank you thank you - wow - how did you get these - "

Grim lifts his head, making a curious noise.

She laughs, rocking back with Anathema's weight and wrapping an arm around her. "Luck, mostly; I was getting nervous I'd have to scramble for a different gift. Or bribe someone."

"There's three. Yours to distribute as you see fit."

Happy sounds and happier wiggles!

"Three of what? Tell me, tell me!"

"Tickets! To the Quidditch World Cup!"

"What!" she shouts.

"I know!!!" She spins, clutching the envelope to her chest.

"That's so cool!"

"You're giving me one, right?"

"Hmmm..." She taps her finger to her chin. "I don't know... I mean, Grim sure seems to want to go a lot..."

(Grim is currently at her feet, staring at her with the widest puppy dog eyes ever.)

"Aw," she wheedles, making her own puppy eyes at Anathema. "He'd have to go as a dog anyway and I don't think they'd check his ticket..."

She fake frowns a bit. "But I'm not sure you really want it..."

"Nooo, I definitely do! Really, really really. Pleeeeeease?"

"Really really?"

Sad face.

...Aw sad face is so unfair.

She pouts.

"You're cheating."

Ellie sticks out her bottom lip and tries to make her eyes go wider.

Oh no.

Anathema tries to play it cool, but - "Well, I can be magnanimous..."

"Please?" Ellie asks softly.

She crumples.

"I'll take you. Of course."

Ellie's face instantly brightens. She whoops with joy and launches herself at Anathema for a hug.

She laughs, wrapping her arms around Ellie. "You're my favorite anyways," she says amid her giggles. 

"I know," she says smugly.

Heee. 

She peers at the tickets a bit.

"Looks like they're really really good seats, too..."

"Oh, I can't wait."