"Santa?"
"Santa!"
Looking down, Albus Dumbledore was met with the sight of a young muggle girl clutching his robes.
How curious.
"Santa!"
Starting to chuckle, Albus knelt down to look the little girl in the eye. Peculiar.
Do all muggles call slightly older men Santa?
Breathing out, Albus's eyes twinkle, as he grabbed the girls hand.
"What is Santa?" Albus asked, smiling at the little girl.
"You don't know who Santa is!?" The little girl started, crossing her arms. She couldn't have been more than five, Albus assumed.
"No, I do not. Why don't you enlighten me?" Albus asked, sitting down on the ground next to the girl. Bodies weren't meant for squatting for long periods of time. Or short, Albus thought bemusedly.
"Well, Mr. Santa Claus comes around to every little girls or boys house every Christ-a-mus."
"He does, does he? Why in the world would he do that?" Albus asked, his hands folding in his lap.
"To give us presents." The little girl said patronizingly, before sitting cross legged across from Dumbledore.
"Why do you get presents?" Albus asked, smiling.
"Just be quiet and tell me what I'm gonna get!" The girl said, bouncing up and down in her seat.
"Now why would I do that? You haven't been very polite to me." Albus said, raising a bushy eyebrow.
"I have been a good little girl! I promise Santa, I promise! I only left the door open twice today, and I didn't mean to kick Betty Dog, and, and-"
"Hey- hey," Albus pulled the little girl onto his lap, pondering a moment.
"I'm sure I will bring you something," Albus said, playing along, "Do you feel sorry for those things?"
"Yes." The little girl said, through her choked voice.
"Then I don't see why not you wouldn't get any presents. It would be better for you to learn to be sorry and to realize your mistake than for you to never make them. You have to grow sometime." Albus looked down at the little girl, who had her face buried in his robes.
Patting the little blonde head, Albus closed his eyes.