It was a month before Christmas and the Alaster Moody had decided to call a meeting in the Auror department of the Ministry of Magic. He was fed up of being told he was too much of a "Scrooge", whatever one of those was. All he knew was that it was somehow related to a muggle who hated Christmas and that was as far as Tonks had gone when explaining.
Everyone hated the way their office was the least festive in the entire Ministry and, for that reason, Moody had decided he would surprise them all by holding a "Secret Santa" present giving opportunity for them all. He had already added all of the names to an enchanted hat which would send a different name to each person to ensure that they wouldn't get themselves and he was secretly quite enjoying the idea.
The meeting had been arranged for 9am on December 1st and Moody arrived early in order to set up the room. At 8.55am, a few of the Aurors rolled into the room and by 9am they were all present. Moody smiled to himself, letting his magical eye gaze over them all; something he was sure freaked them all out.
"Welcome, Ladies, Gentlemen and Tonks, to Secret Santa," Moody announced, smiling at the look of slight annoyance on Tonks' face at what he had said, "For those of you who don't understand what Secret Santa is, it's a muggle game which is played at Christmas time. Each person's name is put into a hat and then you all choose a name at random. You must buy this person a gift for Christmas. They won't necessarily ever have to know who bought them their gift unless you wish to tell them after the game has finished."
The Auror department listened raptly, smiles gradually appearing on all of their faces as they had the whole idea explained to them, "When can we start?" asked one excited employee and Moody smiled a little, something which was highly rare for him. He took the hat he had enchanted out of the cupboard and placed it on the centre of the table.
"Get ready to catch your name," Moody said, opening the hat up and allowing all the names to fly out. He smiled a little as all of the people caught a name and he wondered who would have him. He smiled a little when he looked at his own name and he caught a glimpse of the name on the person beside him's piece of parchment; Nymphadora Tonks. Kingsley Shacklebolt would certainly have fun with that!
