Authors note: I do not own any characters created by J.K. Rowling. Full credit goes to her for all situations and information mentioned in any of the 7 books or interviews, etc. as well. However, the storyline of this fanfic is all me and the little voice in my head – and thus, of course, not to be copied by anybody else – that would be stealing my creativity, my ideas – and not very nice

*14/12/1974 - Lilly Evans*

I couldn't believe it.
I couldn't believe how fast time had gone.

And yet, here it was already: our last Hogsmeade trip, and only one week left before we would all go home.
I couldn't wait to see my parents, it'd been 4 months since I last got to hug mum, since dad last called me his Lillypops, 4 months since I'd last spoken to Tuny.

That was the only thing I wasn't looking forward to, really.
Tuny had stopped sending me letters all together.
At least last year, eventhough she was mad at me, she would still send me a letter from time to time.

But she hadn't send a single letter this term, and I really missed her - I missed talking to her, I missed laughing with her, I even missed bickering with her.
Being ignored was much worse, almost as if I just didn't exist to her anymore...

I hoped we'd get a chance to reconcile this Christmas, after all, what made Hogwarts so much fun, was knowing I could still always go home, and she was a part of home.

But anyway, I needed to find some presents!
Somehow that had completely slipped my mind this year, I literally hit myself the moment I realised that I hadn't bought anything yet!
Of course, Potter thought that was very funny, but seen as he had detention with professor Slughorn today, there was absolutely nothing that could ruin this day.
Anyway, presents.

So, Tuny loved beauty, I know that sounds silly, but it was true: she liked our garden to be all neat, she liked our food to be presented perfectly, she could draw beautifully - oh, I had it!
I rememberd seeing a book about beauty through the years when I visited Flourish and Blotts in the summer, I just knew she would love it

Next person: daddy - now, he loved to smoke, but mum wanted him to quit, so that wouldn't do.
Perhaps something to help him quit then?
No, that might be too pushy...
But what then?
As I entered the bookstore, I noticed an add for 'suitcases that can hold just about anything' and I knew, I just knew, that this was it - present number 2: check!

My mum, well, she was easy: every year I got her another magic-like thing, last year it was a small statue of a fairy, crafted by goblins, so this year, I would get a painting of a unicorn.
The image seemed so vivid that one could almost believe the unicorn was running right towards you, but it really was just a good picture.
Mum would love it!

That left only - oh God, Alice, why did I have to pick Alice? Every year we played Secret Santa with our year, and this year I had picked Alice, who was nice as can be - but already had everything.
Jewelery, books, clothes, ...
You name it, she had it.
Which left me with only one choice: get her a date to the Christmas Ball Hogwarts held every year.

What she didn't know, was that I knew that she liked the Longbottom-boy...
So really, I just had to get him to want to ask her to the ball, make it clear that that was my present to her, and there you go: problem solved - easy peasy.
Or not.

Anyway, Madame Rosmerta apparently had a new Christmas-special, so we were all going to meet there.
And seen as it had just begun to snow, I decided to go in already, enjoy the decorations, the atmosphere, the butterbeer, ...

I just love Christmas!

As you probably noticed, this is the classic concept of 12 days of Christmas - only with a little twist to it... Review/Follow/Favorite and read on tomorrow! Until then: Greetings - And merry christmas!