Tradition-Lily and Lysander
"Erm, Ly, what are you staring at?" Lily said, walking up on her friend who was staring at the ceiling.
"That." He said, pointing at the ceiling.
"Yes, what on that?"
"The mistletoe." Lily reddened at his last word, but luckily he didn't notice.
"Why?" she asked him.
"I'm looking for nargles, of course." Nargles?
"Well, you do know that if you continue to stand there some girl is going to walk underneath it too, and then you'll have to kiss her." Lily tried not to shove him out from underneath.
"Oh, well, that's already happened." He said, unabashed. "WHAT!" Lily practically screeched.
"Well, I technically haven't kissed you yet, but you are under the mistletoe with me." Lysander continued.
"Oh." Lily blushed bright red and rocked back and forth on her feet, "Do we have to?"
"I suppose not."
"Do you want to?"
"It is traditional."
"Well, we don't want to break tradition, do we?"
"Nope."
And so they followed the tradition.
Another mistletoe story! I actually wrote this one before POISON.
Also, guess what? One more storyand I'll have reached fifty! WHOO-HOO:)