Tien Len: Team 1, Clubs, Card: King; Ambrosius Flume, Holiday; WC: 598

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Why did people love holidays? For some, it was because they were free from school, or work, or other obligations.

For others, it was because the holidays were filled with parties, gifts, friends, and love.

Still others loved the decorations that came with the holidays; they loved strolling down the snow covered streets and staring into holly-rimmed windows.

Ambrosius Flume loved the holidays for an entirely different reason: All the children from Hogwarts came to his shop. There, they bought his candy, and he loved seeing the looks on their faces when they saw the new sweets he had invented, or when they found their favorite sweet. It was his favorite feeling.

He and his wife had been unable to have children, so Ambrosius really only had these students to pamper. So he did.

He would give out samples of new candies, he would take suggestions, he would listen to conversations to learn about the children's preferences.

There was one little boy he loved to please. He had first seen him sneak in around Christmastime, under an invisibility cloak. At the time, Ambrosius hadn't realized who he was. All he saw was the skinny kid staring wide-eyed at all the candy on the shelves, and he knew right then that this child had been depraved of sweets in his childhood.

Ambrosius knew, at the moment he saw the raven-haired boy, he had to help him.

It started with a chocolate bar. It was only a tiny one, but as the boy was leaving with his bag of candy, Ambrosius slipped it into his bag. Up close he could make out the lightning bolt scar on the boy's forehead, and he smiled. Not only was he helping the kid, but the kid was the Chosen One! Maybe the chocolate could help ease the boy's worries over Sirius Black.

The next time, it was nearly a year later. The boy was involved in the Triwizard Tournament-everyone was aghast about the fourteen-year-old boy who had been accidentally entered into the Tournament. When he entered Honeydukes, the worry and stress written clearly across his face, trying to avoid the glares and sneers sent his way, Ambrosius' heart went out to him.

And as the boy left his shop, he slipped a Chocolate Frog into the boy's bag. Chocolate helped everything, right?

Each time Harry Potter entered his shop, Ambrosius would slip something into his bag. Every Flavored Beans, Fizzing Whizbees, Sugar Quills. Anything to help the poor, stressed boy-who-lived who wore the weight of the world on his shoulders.

One day, the boy stopped coming. The Dementors came back, the papers ran slanderous lies about the boy who used to stare wonderingly at the shelves full of candy. The Caterwhauling Charms were set around the village, the Death Eaters walked openly down the streets, daring anyone to challenge them. The candy on his shelves grew stale as Hogwarts students stopped coming to his shop, preferring instead to remain hidden inside the castle, away from the danger. His main business became chocolate, and that was only used as medicinal purposes for those unfortunate enough to get too near a hungry dementor.

Until, one night, the charms went off. And Ambrosius knew, from the angered shouts of Aberforth, that one certain Harry Potter had come back to Hogsmeade.

So, grabbing a lone chocolate bar off the shelf, he prepared to disapparate to the Hogshead. Because while chocolate couldn't win the war, it sure as hell could help, couldn't it?