Neville's letter to Santa

The snow fell softly outside in the darkness. Inside the house, 5-year-old Neville Longbottom sat down in front of the roaring fire, a piece of clean, crisp white paper in front of him. Carefully, he stared into his crayonbox, debating which color to use. A minute later his little fingers tigtened around the red. Slowly, the little boy began to write, his tongue poking out of the edge of his mouth, concentrating hard.

deer farther kristmas,
my name is nevil lonbottem and i am 5. for kristmas this yeer i wont

Neville paused. What did he want?

a wond for majik spels, a toy trane wot is red, sum new kolering crayons, and a pet duk culled trever. thank you verry mu lots.

love nevil lonbottem
age 5

Neville handed his completed letter to his Grandma, who sent it up the chimney. "Come on Neville, bedtime."

As Neville closed his eyes that Christmas eve, he smiled, and began to dream of the wonderful presents Santa would give him.

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A/N: Awful, I know, but hey - I'm in a weird mood! I'm so bored! Ah, well. Merry Christmas everyone!

* azira