Voldemorts Action backed Christmas Holiday (from an Ides view)
Once again it was Christmas, the snow was falling high up in the hills and young children rolled about in it, having snow ball fights and avoiding yellow snow and getting caught up in avalanches. But sadly several hundred meters down hill there was a small shack sheltered by trees nestled between two corries and sitting on the edge of a small loch, filled with many forms of fish from goldfish, to cod and man-eating piranhas.
There sat on the old rocking chair was an old man that no one knew of, not even his shoe size, he had arrived late one night mid-November, under the cover of night. Everyday he sat on the chair starng out over the water along the waters edge and followed the horizon as his T.V had broke days after he arrived, on some days u would think he had died as he sat there motion less. It wasn't until later on until a raven or vulture flew at him were he would move suddenly and a bright green fire work would appear from no where and it would be followed by a strange mysterious noise, that sounded very much like a dying bird but I could never be to sure, and the old man would board his boat and float to the centre of the loch and collect a strange feathered fish from the water.