"It's an entire month away... That's so far!"

"Plenty of time to plan, at least."

"Yeah. We have Fay's tent... It might be a bit small for all of us, though..."

"Who're you giving the third to?"

"Fay, of course."

She turns to Fay - "If you want it?"

"I'd love to."

"We can cuddle up, I guess."

"Fine by me. You're a very good pillow."

"Or maybe we'll have to camp out in the stands, if the match goes on too long."

"Then your pillow quality will really come in handy."

"Suppose so."

Demonstrative lean.

Fake collapse.

She falls into Ellie, laughing.

Ellie starts giggling too.

Hug again.

"Thank you guys so much."

"It was all Fay's idea."

"I liked your presents too, silly." She boops Ellie's nose with her finger. "This all would be a lot less fun without you."

"Well. Good."

There's a bubbly antsy feeling in her, like Anathema wants to bounce and do something but she doesn't know what, and Ellie's so - interesting and pretty and Anathema likes her so much -

She hugs Ellie again, even though that isn't the stimmy thing she wants to do, and bounces back to her cupcake and getting her other presents all sorted, chattering excitedly about getting ready for the game -

(Maybe she should play with those giant cat toys some, actually, maybe that'll get out some of this weird energy.)

Fay laughs and ruffles Anathema's hair, while Grim flops and puts his paw over his eyes.

So much to get ready.

She knows!

(And, of course, the intervening month does still happen - studying and playing, Ellie's birthday, their little family trips... Anathema's mood isn't at a perfect high the whole time. She still has frequent melancholy periods, frequent times she'll just pause and stare into space, but - things feel a little bit better, lately.)

The final's on August Eighteenth, with the play offs stretching for a week before, though it's recommended they get there a day earlier than even that to set up their tent. They can bring Grim at least as far as the tent; Anathema suggests putting him under the invisibility cloak if the Ministry won't let them bring their dog in.

There's few enough of them Fay can apparate everyone in - Anathema frowns, a bit, learning that the field's groundskeeper is being near-constantly Confunded and frequently Obliviated...

Should have just slipped him a thousand pounds and nudged him into a Caribbean vacation.

Yeah. Heck, you really don't even need magic to manage that - 'convince random people to buy what you're selling' is probably the only good use of people like Lockhart.