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Inspiration used: Emrys Jernigan, Joan Lambert (FieryCold) & Asher Fay (darkflames13)
Christmas songs and ornaments had long lost their meaning, with shops stalling out their Christmas goods as early as October, and the Christmas specials even earlier. Another commercialised holiday, that was all it was in Emrys's mind. Spoiling the mood long before it was even supposed to settle in.
However, despite all of the cynicism he held within, he did always look forward to the Christmas holidays. It wasn't the decoration, or the songs that made him eager to wait for Christmas. Nor were it the specials, or the presents that he wished for. The feeling of Christmas nearing wasn't hot chocolate, or the sound of bells, or the smell of candles. To the boy there was one thing that defined Christmas to him.
Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, nicely packed with a bow, gifted to his dear friend Joan. Every year, without a fail, Emrys would acquire the sweets together with Asher, pack them and hand them to the girl. Every year, without a fail, curses and punches were thrown at them.
And they would all laugh, and laugh, and laugh.[/spoili]
Inspiration used: Garaile Scriven & Anice Runeswell (VocaStar)
Nervously the prefect wrung her hands in her skirt, a blush heavily donning her face as Garaile continued to laugh. He was having an absolute blast at what she had just told him, resulting in the Slytherin being unable to keep his posture.
"You," he started as he finally took a breath, but the pause didn't last as he broke out in laughter again, annoying the girl. He didn't care, however, as he continued to laugh maniacally. "You," he could almost piss himself at the hilarity of the situation.
Anice Runeswell, little prefect girl from Slytherin, had just asked him, Garaile Scriven, scumbag number 1, to be her Christmas date.
"And you showed them that picture?" he wiped his tears dramatically. The girl grew even redder, as she nodded, embarrassment running high, and her pride shattered. It served her right for kissing him with Halloween. He wrote about scandals, he wasn't part of it, and he had been thinking for a long while on how to get back at the her.
Now he finally had it. Presented to him on a silver plate, wrapped with a bow on top. Anice Runeswell had outdone herself.
"And you told them I'm your Indo-South African pureblood boyfriend?" he still couldn't believe his ears, even if he said it himself. How did her parents even fall for the lie? It was absolutely ridiculous, but oh so delicious.
The girl nodded again, her face almost exploding with how red it was. Garaile couldn't contain himself.
"And now they want to meet me!" he cackled, hardly keeping himself in his seat. He could see that Anice was about to smack him, but decided against it. She needed his favour after all, no matter how much it humiliated her, and that alone was enough for Garaile.
Christmas was promising this year.[/spoili]
Inspiration used: Emrys + friends, from the first prompt.
Emrys barely held on as he stepped outside. It had been freezing in the night, and the morning frost was treacherous. Looking around to see if anyone had seen him stumble the mute tried to play it off cool. Joan certainly would have a blast knowing that he almost fell, but she wasn't around, luckily.
"Morning, Emrys!" the peace and quiet was suddenly broken by said friend, followed by Asher who moved a lot more cautiously. Wise, as they were about to reach the same intersection Emrys almost slipped at. Lifting his arm he was about to warn Joan, but the girl mistook it for a wave.
Incident in three, two, one...
"Come on slowpo--ooaaah!" and there his friend went. Emrys just lowered his head into his hand, as a string of curses went towards fate, and winter. He probably shouldn't mention that he tried to warn her.[/spoili]
Inspiration used: Garaile Scriven
Garaile once had the unfortunate luck to stand under a mistletoe with his grandmother. He loved the woman, she had after all devoted her time to caring for him when his parents decided to avoid each other permanently. However, there was just something about the thought of having to kiss your grandmother.
And let grandmother Scriven be the sort of woman who absolutely loved to shame her grandson.
"Garaile, here," she said, pointing at her puckered lips.
Disgust grew over his face as Garaile looked away. "Grandma, please," he begged, laughing to himself in discomfort. "You already convinced me to wear the sweater," he tried to reason with her, but she wouldn't be budged.
"And now I want a kiss from my only grandson," she giggled, and the boy felt himself dying a little inside.[/spoili]
Inspiration used: Kid!Emrys Jernigan
Emrys didn't hate Chrismas. Not really, but he didn't like it either. So, when his school organised a costume party the eight years old dressed himself as the only creature he could identify with surrounding the holidays.
The Grinch.
"Emrys, why the Grinch?" his teacher asked him, a little amused at his choice. The boy turned towards the woman, face deadpan.
"The Grinch is my soul animal," he answered, earning a snicker from the adult.
"Are you planning on stealing Christmas?" she teased, but Emrys gave her a blank stare, thinking for a moment before staring at the rest of his classmates. "Don't steal their presents, Emrys," the adult continued, a smile still playing around her lips. The boy was a strange one, but never malicious.
"No," Emrys replied relieving her from one worry. However, he soon added a much bigger concern. "That wouldn't ruin Christmas," he mused, an idea brewing and his face lit up.
"I will tell them that Santa doesn't exist."[/spoili]
Inspiration used: Melinda Geralds & Alistair Blackbourne (FieryCold)
Melinda used to love the colour red. It was warm, and it was romantic. It could be so many things. It also represented Christmas, and that made it her favourite holiday.
However, the twelfth winter of her life was when that all changed.
Her stomach had been hurting the whole day. For some inexplicable reason it was cramping and hurting for no reason. Her friends blamed the cold for it, and told her to stay inside, but the girl couldn't be bothered. It was snowing, and she had to go out.
"How long until Zed comes out?" Melinda whined to the twin Alistair. The three of them had agreed to meet up in the courtyard, to hang, and to hopefully beg Ali in helping them with their studies.
Alistair shrugged his shoulders, undisturbed by the cold. Melinda in the meanwhile felt like the stone underneath her was stabbing her. The pain growing a little worse until she felt something warm.
"I'm getting sick waiting outside," she exclaimed, jumping down her seat. A choice she came to regret immediately. Another flash of pain brought the Gryffindor to the ground, a groan escaping her as she clutch onto her stomach. "Can we please go inside?" she turned to her friend, who was staring at her with wide eyes.
"Uhm, I think you to see the nurse," he calmly informed her, but Melinda could tell he was distressed about something.
Rolling her eyes the girl waved away his concerns. "It is just the cold," she said, but the boy shook his head, slowly pointing at the red underneath her.
"I don't think that is the cold," he countered in a small voice, face paler than ever before.[/spoili]
Inspiration used: Emrys Jernigan
"A small one," Emrys said as they strolled down the lines of trees. His mother gave a disapproving look, shaking her head.
"No, a big one, I want a proper tree in the living room," she determined, eyes going down the price tags attached to the trees. The boy could already tell that she was adjusting the budget in her mind, wondering what more they could cut to afford the holidays.
"What does it matter?" the boy exclaimed, getting a little annoyed at how adamant his mother was on getting the biggest tree they could afford. "Can't we use the fake one?" He knew that they had received a little extra this year, which is why his mother was so intent on using that on giving them a proper 'experience', but was the tree really that important?
"Yes, the perfect tree is needed for the perfect christmas," his mother responded, checking out the branches of one of the trees for any blemishes. Maybe she could haggle something...[/spoili]
Inspiration used: Melinda Geralds
With a disapproving look the girl stared at whatever they had done to the school brooms. The top had a red ball attached to it, while short branches stuck out next. It wasn't too obstructing, and wouldn't hinder the flying, but that wasn't what Melinda was so displeased about.
"And this is?" she narrowed her eyes at the team captain, who shrugged his shoulders.
"Christmas decoration," was his simple explanation and the Gryffindor rolled her eyes. She could see that it was done in the spirit of the Christmas holiday.
"But what is it?" she continued, impatiently. The pureblood knew little of the muggle customs, nor had she any appetite in finding out about them. However, today there was no way she could get around them. Not when they had attacked her broom into whatever atrocity this was supposed to be.
"Rudolph, the rednosed reindeer!" the captain responded, missing the confusion that Melinda held.
Another sigh escaped the pureblood. Too annoyed to ask further.[/spoili]
Inspiration used: Garaile Scriven & Felix Sloan (FieryCold)
In his first year it was Rudolph, complete with a red ball on the sweater serving as its nose. The thing was hideous, but Garaile wore it with pride. He enjoyed the look of horror from his classmates when they saw him in it.
In his second year the Slytherin vowed that he would outdo himself with each year in the department of hideous sweaters. For the first time he made requests to his grandmother on what she could possibly do to knit the worst Christmas sweater she could manage.
The best year was when he wore the neon pink sweater that was fluffier than his pygmy puff. The fear written on the face of his victims, along with their confusion at the bright colour delighted him. No one was sure whether to laugh, or to cry when the blond came into sight.
This year was the absolute best. Having figured out a way to enchant the colours in such a way that they would flash and light up like a christmas tree Garaile was like a walking neon sign.
"Good moooooooorning, Felix!" Garaile was quick to terrorise the fashionista. He could almost hear the 'Giiiirl' escape his housemate's lips, as soon as the poor thing turned around.[/spoili]
Inspiration used: August Yilmaz
With Christmas there was supposed to be snow, warm sweaters, hot choco, and all the other warm and cosy activities that fit the dull and cold weather.
However, never would August have thought that he would hear the birds singing and see the flowers blooming when Christmas rolled around.
"No," he exclaimed in chagrin, displeased at how spring-like the weather was. While the boy didn't like the cold he did like his Christmas in a certain way.
That year August Yilmaz (aged six) promptly stepped back into his bed on Christmas morning, spending his day pouting over the Christmas he lost to global warming.[/spoili]
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{/tab}It's Beginning to Look Like Christmas
by Nemopedia [spoili]Inspiration used: Emrys Jernigan, Joan Lambert (FieryCold) & Asher Fay (darkflames13)
Christmas songs and ornaments had long lost their meaning, with shops stalling out their Christmas goods as early as October, and the Christmas specials even earlier. Another commercialised holiday, that was all it was in Emrys's mind. Spoiling the mood long before it was even supposed to settle in.
However, despite all of the cynicism he held within, he did always look forward to the Christmas holidays. It wasn't the decoration, or the songs that made him eager to wait for Christmas. Nor were it the specials, or the presents that he wished for. The feeling of Christmas nearing wasn't hot chocolate, or the sound of bells, or the smell of candles. To the boy there was one thing that defined Christmas to him.
Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, nicely packed with a bow, gifted to his dear friend Joan. Every year, without a fail, Emrys would acquire the sweets together with Asher, pack them and hand them to the girl. Every year, without a fail, curses and punches were thrown at them.
And they would all laugh, and laugh, and laugh.[/spoili]
Wrapped With a Bow
by Nemopedia [spoili]Inspiration used: Garaile Scriven & Anice Runeswell (VocaStar)
Nervously the prefect wrung her hands in her skirt, a blush heavily donning her face as Garaile continued to laugh. He was having an absolute blast at what she had just told him, resulting in the Slytherin being unable to keep his posture.
"You," he started as he finally took a breath, but the pause didn't last as he broke out in laughter again, annoying the girl. He didn't care, however, as he continued to laugh maniacally. "You," he could almost piss himself at the hilarity of the situation.
Anice Runeswell, little prefect girl from Slytherin, had just asked him, Garaile Scriven, scumbag number 1, to be her Christmas date.
"And you showed them that picture?" he wiped his tears dramatically. The girl grew even redder, as she nodded, embarrassment running high, and her pride shattered. It served her right for kissing him with Halloween. He wrote about scandals, he wasn't part of it, and he had been thinking for a long while on how to get back at the her.
Now he finally had it. Presented to him on a silver plate, wrapped with a bow on top. Anice Runeswell had outdone herself.
"And you told them I'm your Indo-South African pureblood boyfriend?" he still couldn't believe his ears, even if he said it himself. How did her parents even fall for the lie? It was absolutely ridiculous, but oh so delicious.
The girl nodded again, her face almost exploding with how red it was. Garaile couldn't contain himself.
"And now they want to meet me!" he cackled, hardly keeping himself in his seat. He could see that Anice was about to smack him, but decided against it. She needed his favour after all, no matter how much it humiliated her, and that alone was enough for Garaile.
Christmas was promising this year.[/spoili]
Frost
by Nemopedia [spoili]Inspiration used: Emrys + friends, from the first prompt.
Emrys barely held on as he stepped outside. It had been freezing in the night, and the morning frost was treacherous. Looking around to see if anyone had seen him stumble the mute tried to play it off cool. Joan certainly would have a blast knowing that he almost fell, but she wasn't around, luckily.
"Morning, Emrys!" the peace and quiet was suddenly broken by said friend, followed by Asher who moved a lot more cautiously. Wise, as they were about to reach the same intersection Emrys almost slipped at. Lifting his arm he was about to warn Joan, but the girl mistook it for a wave.
Incident in three, two, one...
"Come on slowpo--ooaaah!" and there his friend went. Emrys just lowered his head into his hand, as a string of curses went towards fate, and winter. He probably shouldn't mention that he tried to warn her.[/spoili]
Mistletoe
by Nemopedia [spoili]Inspiration used: Garaile Scriven
Garaile once had the unfortunate luck to stand under a mistletoe with his grandmother. He loved the woman, she had after all devoted her time to caring for him when his parents decided to avoid each other permanently. However, there was just something about the thought of having to kiss your grandmother.
And let grandmother Scriven be the sort of woman who absolutely loved to shame her grandson.
"Garaile, here," she said, pointing at her puckered lips.
Disgust grew over his face as Garaile looked away. "Grandma, please," he begged, laughing to himself in discomfort. "You already convinced me to wear the sweater," he tried to reason with her, but she wouldn't be budged.
"And now I want a kiss from my only grandson," she giggled, and the boy felt himself dying a little inside.[/spoili]
The Grinch
by Nemopedia [spoili]Inspiration used: Kid!Emrys Jernigan
Emrys didn't hate Chrismas. Not really, but he didn't like it either. So, when his school organised a costume party the eight years old dressed himself as the only creature he could identify with surrounding the holidays.
The Grinch.
"Emrys, why the Grinch?" his teacher asked him, a little amused at his choice. The boy turned towards the woman, face deadpan.
"The Grinch is my soul animal," he answered, earning a snicker from the adult.
"Are you planning on stealing Christmas?" she teased, but Emrys gave her a blank stare, thinking for a moment before staring at the rest of his classmates. "Don't steal their presents, Emrys," the adult continued, a smile still playing around her lips. The boy was a strange one, but never malicious.
"No," Emrys replied relieving her from one worry. However, he soon added a much bigger concern. "That wouldn't ruin Christmas," he mused, an idea brewing and his face lit up.
"I will tell them that Santa doesn't exist."[/spoili]
Red
by Nemopedia [spoili]Inspiration used: Melinda Geralds & Alistair Blackbourne (FieryCold)
Melinda used to love the colour red. It was warm, and it was romantic. It could be so many things. It also represented Christmas, and that made it her favourite holiday.
However, the twelfth winter of her life was when that all changed.
Her stomach had been hurting the whole day. For some inexplicable reason it was cramping and hurting for no reason. Her friends blamed the cold for it, and told her to stay inside, but the girl couldn't be bothered. It was snowing, and she had to go out.
"How long until Zed comes out?" Melinda whined to the twin Alistair. The three of them had agreed to meet up in the courtyard, to hang, and to hopefully beg Ali in helping them with their studies.
Alistair shrugged his shoulders, undisturbed by the cold. Melinda in the meanwhile felt like the stone underneath her was stabbing her. The pain growing a little worse until she felt something warm.
"I'm getting sick waiting outside," she exclaimed, jumping down her seat. A choice she came to regret immediately. Another flash of pain brought the Gryffindor to the ground, a groan escaping her as she clutch onto her stomach. "Can we please go inside?" she turned to her friend, who was staring at her with wide eyes.
"Uhm, I think you to see the nurse," he calmly informed her, but Melinda could tell he was distressed about something.
Rolling her eyes the girl waved away his concerns. "It is just the cold," she said, but the boy shook his head, slowly pointing at the red underneath her.
"I don't think that is the cold," he countered in a small voice, face paler than ever before.[/spoili]
The Perfect Tree
by Nemopedia [spoili]Inspiration used: Emrys Jernigan
"A small one," Emrys said as they strolled down the lines of trees. His mother gave a disapproving look, shaking her head.
"No, a big one, I want a proper tree in the living room," she determined, eyes going down the price tags attached to the trees. The boy could already tell that she was adjusting the budget in her mind, wondering what more they could cut to afford the holidays.
"What does it matter?" the boy exclaimed, getting a little annoyed at how adamant his mother was on getting the biggest tree they could afford. "Can't we use the fake one?" He knew that they had received a little extra this year, which is why his mother was so intent on using that on giving them a proper 'experience', but was the tree really that important?
"Yes, the perfect tree is needed for the perfect christmas," his mother responded, checking out the branches of one of the trees for any blemishes. Maybe she could haggle something...[/spoili]
Reindeers
by Nemopedia [spoili]Inspiration used: Melinda Geralds
With a disapproving look the girl stared at whatever they had done to the school brooms. The top had a red ball attached to it, while short branches stuck out next. It wasn't too obstructing, and wouldn't hinder the flying, but that wasn't what Melinda was so displeased about.
"And this is?" she narrowed her eyes at the team captain, who shrugged his shoulders.
"Christmas decoration," was his simple explanation and the Gryffindor rolled her eyes. She could see that it was done in the spirit of the Christmas holiday.
"But what is it?" she continued, impatiently. The pureblood knew little of the muggle customs, nor had she any appetite in finding out about them. However, today there was no way she could get around them. Not when they had attacked her broom into whatever atrocity this was supposed to be.
"Rudolph, the rednosed reindeer!" the captain responded, missing the confusion that Melinda held.
Another sigh escaped the pureblood. Too annoyed to ask further.[/spoili]
Ugly Sweaters
by Nemopedia [spoili]Inspiration used: Garaile Scriven & Felix Sloan (FieryCold)
In his first year it was Rudolph, complete with a red ball on the sweater serving as its nose. The thing was hideous, but Garaile wore it with pride. He enjoyed the look of horror from his classmates when they saw him in it.
In his second year the Slytherin vowed that he would outdo himself with each year in the department of hideous sweaters. For the first time he made requests to his grandmother on what she could possibly do to knit the worst Christmas sweater she could manage.
The best year was when he wore the neon pink sweater that was fluffier than his pygmy puff. The fear written on the face of his victims, along with their confusion at the bright colour delighted him. No one was sure whether to laugh, or to cry when the blond came into sight.
This year was the absolute best. Having figured out a way to enchant the colours in such a way that they would flash and light up like a christmas tree Garaile was like a walking neon sign.
"Good moooooooorning, Felix!" Garaile was quick to terrorise the fashionista. He could almost hear the 'Giiiirl' escape his housemate's lips, as soon as the poor thing turned around.[/spoili]
Unreasonably Warm
by Nemopedia [spoili]Inspiration used: August Yilmaz
With Christmas there was supposed to be snow, warm sweaters, hot choco, and all the other warm and cosy activities that fit the dull and cold weather.
However, never would August have thought that he would hear the birds singing and see the flowers blooming when Christmas rolled around.
"No," he exclaimed in chagrin, displeased at how spring-like the weather was. While the boy didn't like the cold he did like his Christmas in a certain way.
That year August Yilmaz (aged six) promptly stepped back into his bed on Christmas morning, spending his day pouting over the Christmas he lost to global warming.[/spoili]
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