Tea in the Alley
A/N: hello! This is for day twenty of the Countdown to Christmas Drabble / Oneshot Competition
Prompt: reindeer
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights time the Harry Potter series, blessed am I making any money from writing this, just having a lot of fun!
Enjoy!
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It was a clear day, cool and fresh with a slight breeze that reminded them it was still the middle of winter with the hint of ice it left on their skin, but the sky was free of cloud cover and the sun held high and they could almost pretend to be gaining a faint tan.
Millicent and Tracey sat at a small circular table outside of Rosa Lee's, a teashop they both enjoyed, but neither so much as Daphne, who was at the time across the cobbled street inside Madam Primpernelle's looking for skin potions, supposedly for her mother but her friends knew better.
"Maybe we should invite her over for dinner?" Tracey suggested.
A small gust if wind blew through and stole her napkin, and the girls watched as it floated down the alley to fall against the closed door to Ollivander's. The windows we're still shattered in front of the shop, but no one dared clean it up. Instead the alley cleaners worked around the glass fragments and any rubbish that became entangled within it.
"Your cousin won't like that," Millicent replied, looking back to Tracey. "You know he hates Christmas Carols."
Rudolph Davis despised carolling for various reasons. Some we're too upbeat whilst others too sombre, some we're too heavily based in religion and others made no sense at all. And of course, there was the hymn of Santa's Reindeers. Rudolph denies being named after the hero of the Carol, who was bullied for years before it became apparent his abnormality could save the day, or night, though Tracey swears his mother has hinted this to be true. She saw it as a tale of finding what you're good at and helping others with this talent.
"Perhaps she won't cajole us into the music room this year," Tracey mused, thinking of Daphne doing such a thing the previous Christmas. Tracey's family we're happy to oblige, with Briallen bringing out her violin and Neirin taking his place behind the piano as Daphne and Isla animatedly discussed the choice of song.
"Perhaps she will, it's the only distraction she knows," Millicent countered.
Daphne exited the shop laden with several bags, and would later insist they were all indeed for her mother. She pretended not to notice the bedraggled wizard scuffle by in dusty clothing, nor the two beggars sitting against a wall that were too small to even be at Hogwarts, not the group if men down the street within which three we're tightly holding a forth who bore long scratches and purple bruises across the exposed skin of his face and arms.
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A/N: ta da! Did you like it? Is this believable, set in the Christmas Holidays of their sixth year? Drop a review and let me know what you thought :)
