Hey everyone. This story was brought to you by Hogwarts Eastern Winter Funfair's Paper Snowflakes, Hogwarts Northern Winter Funfair's Building a Snowman, Hogwarts Southern Winter Funfair's Christmas Raffle, and December Event's Advent Calendar on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For Paper Snowflakes I wrote for prompt 53. (Character) Helena Ravenclaw. For Building a Snowman I wrote prompt Ribbon which was (color) silver. For Christmas Raffle I wrote for the prompt set of (date) Christmas Eve, (drink) hot chocolate, and (item) hairbrush. For Advent Calendar I wrote for the prompt of the Ravenclaw family. I hope you all enjoy A Ravenclaw Christmas Eve.
Helena sat in front of the fire as her mother Rowena Ravenclaw picked up the silver hairbrush she'd brought from her nightstand and began to brush her long dark hair. Helena's hair was her one pride and joy and she enjoyed it immensely when her mother would brush it for her. It was something they did to bond with each and they'd been doing it since before Helena could remember.
The smell of the newest chocolate drink that father was making started to make Helena's mouth water. She already tell that she was going to enjoy this drink a lot. Looking up at her mother she smile. "Do you think there will be more presents then last year?" she asked with all the tender hope an eight year girl could muster.
"I think that you, my dear, will not be disappointed tomorrow morn," Rowena told her daughter as she brought the brush through her child's hair yet again. "Is there anything that you had wanted expressly to find tomorrow when you wake up?"
Helena thought for a few minutes. There numerous things that she wanted. Most them were material things like the newest potions book that her mother and her had been looking at yesterday morning at the Flourish and Blotts. There were also the numerous pretty dresses and materials for dresses that they passes in the village square too. But that seemed to materialistic to say to mother. What should she say she wanted to find tomorrow morning then?
"I don't know," she whispered. "Maybe one of those potions books we were looking at yesterday."
"Is that all you wanted?"
The knowing look that her mother threw her made little Helena blush a deep red. Was she that transparent that her mother knew that she wanted more than just the books? "Maybe a new dress or two,"
Rowena threw her husband a smile as he brought the new drink over for them to try. Setting a mug down beside his wife's chair and another by his daughter's he sat down in the last chair in between the two others.
"Do be careful," he told his wife and daughter. "It's quite hot."
Moving to their chairs after a while both mother and daughter picked up the cup of steaming chocolaty substance. The steam curled away into the sky as Helena watched the liquid cool in her cup. When she was sure it would no longer burn her tongue she picked it up and took a gentle sip of the liquid. The taste that met her was like magic. It tasted thickly of chocolate and cream. It was so delicious that she had to take another sip and then another.
"What do you call this drink again, dear?" Rowena asked her husband.
"It's called hot chocolate, dear. I picked it up from one of our neighbors."
From that Christmas eve on forward it was a Ravenclaw family tradition that the three of them would sit in the parlor and discuss what they wanted for the next day and drink hot chocolate. It was the one tradition Helena missed the most as a ghost.
I hope you all enjoyed A Ravenclaw Christmas Eve.