JINGLING WITH YETIS - A 25 PART ADVENTURE
DECEMBER 1 MONDAY
The world looked cold outside the window. Snow powdered the frosty ground and all withered vegetatation bore a silvery shimmer from the icy crust that had befallen it.
As for the library, it was one of the warmer places at Hogwarts this time of year. The nicotine infused vapour that painted everything grey and made throats itch for a cough, coupled with the steaming hot tea that was snuck past madam Pince while she had her back bent over her squeaking carriage (and thereby defying the No Tea signs) both mingled with the dry and dusty air that was doomed to afflict any respectable collection of really old scriptures and transformed the place into something that could almost be considered cosy.
Remus was looking at patterns because he had last week signed up to help make the costumes for the school production of A Christmas Carol, mostly because he wanted an excuse to use a really neat thimble he had found in his search for a new thimble at a second hand that had not known its true worth. What made it so neat, in his eyes anyway, was that it was a thimble that was shaped as a ring, which alone was enough to warrant further research. But what was truly eye catching was the mysterious runes. But what they meant wasn't really important. What was important was that he could make Scrooge's pyjamas a little 'spicier', whatever that meant, without pricking his finger. Sirius had absolutely demanded he'd be cast as Scrooge and would never settle for less than the leading role in any production, even if he had to wear a washed out pyjamas and a bald cap. Of course, he'd rather be seen dead than in a bald cap and a washed out pyjamas and was instead according to his own demand to be seen in a midnight blue plaid dressing gown and streaks of hair flair to very fashionably symbolize the true age of the character, arguing that greed and vanity were close companions anyway.
Remus put the books away and opened up a blank page in his sketch book, thinking he'd work out some alternative designs for a sexier type of nighthat when the sketch book was snagged from under his hands and thrown aside.
"Oi!" said Raz Vicious, a broadshouldered Slytherin with an equally broad nose flattened across his perfectly square face, with an arm around the tubercular Ebola Crool, who was the type of witch that gave bubblegum a bad reputation by having it be associated with nonchalance and disrespect. None of them responded well to being ignored.
"Oi you deaf?" said Vicious loudly when his presence wasn't acknowledged and rammed his fist in the table, and when that didn't do the trick either he tore off one of the sleeves on Remus's patched up over-robe and laughed.
"Ha ha what are you going to do now?"
He was going to sew it back, of course. He took out his little sewing kit and took off his robes, clinging to the hope that ignoring them would make them go away (that had never worked on anybody) as he got to work. He used a neo orange thread and didn't really try to make it discrete since people noticed anyway. Besides, he had more fun experimenting and trying to make the stitches stand out. When he was finished, he couldn't very well just have orange stitches on one sleeve, the other had to look the same. He became so carried away by his own ideas that by the time he was finished he had a creation that probably violated the rules. Vicious and Crool had been watching the entire time. The bubblegum fell out of Crool's mouth.
"Oh my Sinterklaas that is so adorable!" she said, snagged the robe and ran away with it very rudely. Vicious wasn't as impressed. He just glared poisonously at Remus, messed up his sewing equipment and asked 'Denny' to wait up.