Hello, this is Morrigun (again) with my first SOBbing chapter fic. This is
a holidays fic, though likely won't be finished until well into
January.
Disclaimer: You know what belongs to who, so don't be stupid.
Christmas, Slytherin Style Chapter One: Butterbeer and Dressrobes
It was cold and dark, but it was always cold and dark in the hallways of Slytherin house. Some say it was the evil seeping out of the very walls. Other students caught a chill when the walked past the enterance. But the Slytherins themselves knew it was simply because it was the deepest dungeon in the school.
Evil was all in the choices you made, and quite honestly Slytherins really didn't look out for any cause but their own. Few were anxious to dash out and join the Dark Lord. Infact most of them were more concerned with graduating, getting their share of inheratance until their parents died, and spending the rest of their young adulthood on beaches and in huge penthouse suites throwing and attending one glamorous party after another.
Their parents, however thought differantly. They believed their children should devotedly join the Dark Lord, follow him unquestionably unto their doom. The children, however, couldn't see a reason to follow the Dark Lord. They wanted power, and a Dark Lord doesn't easily share power. But knowing better than to let their parents in on their future plans, they went to all the formal dinner parties and balls while at home over winter holidays. Durring the summer they traveled and went to speacialty schools.
Preparing for such winter parties, the girls were shopping in Hogsmeade. Fallon was arguing with a saleswitch over whether a certain robe was a century out of fashion or very vintage.
"Winetasting at the Montagues',Dinner at the Malfoys', " Akasha was counting the robes she had gotten for each event, "Tea at the Puceys', musicale at the Derricks', house party at the Andersons' , luncheons at the Noctifer and the Flint households , Christmas brunch at the Warringtons'"
Morrigun continued for her as she counted out festive looking cloaks for Akasha, "And one, two, three sleigh parties, and one tree expediton,"
"Robes for decorating the tree, and the gala ball at the Lennox household," Akasha piled the rest on top of the counter.
"Certainly is alot going on this year, isn't there?" Kate asked, hauling her own selections to the counter.
"Yes, but how do we get this all back to school?" Morrigun asked, comming out from behind a curtain in a navy and gold set of dress robes.
"That's what they are for," Fallon motioned to the boys that were across the street in the pub, downing butterbeer after butterbeer.
"Figures, by the time we get done here they will have drank so much they won't want anymore and won't have anymore money left on them." Akasha asked.
"They are lucky, all they are expected to wear for most of this is family robes...and they don't wear fancy cloaks," Morrigun commented.
"Speaking of, do you think this dress robe will clash horribly with Cassius' family robes?" Fallon held up a black dress robe.
"Fallon, it's black. How is black going to clash with anything?" Morrigun groaned.
"I think we have a bit more to worry about than whether our robes are going to clash or not," Kate said, inspecting a glass slipper set with rubies.
"What do you mean?" Rayvn asked.
"Just a feeling, like something is going to happen," Kate answered, settign the shoe back in the box.
Fallon nodded, "I know what you mean,"
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"Look at them over there," Draco motioned with his tankard towards the shop across the street. The window of which perfectly framed the girls going about thier shopping.
"Yeah, look at her," Cassius half-drooled, "I mean them,"
When a round of laughter came from the group he yelled "I MEANT THEM!!"
"Which 'them' do you mean, Warrington?" Marcus asked, with a raised eyebrow.
Cassius looked at him blankly as Draco, Alexander, Vittorio, and Marcus burst into laughter. After a minute, Cassius began to scowl at them, but didn't comment. This sent the four into near hysterics.
"That isn't what I meant!" He growled.
Vittorio put his hand on Cassius' shoulder as he stood to get a better look through the window. "Sure it isn't, Cassius."
"Well that isn't at all why I was pointing them out," Draco said. "I meant look at all the stuff they are buying, they'll expect us to carry it back,"
"What? Did you expect that they'll decide to carry their own things for once?" Marcus asked.
"Well I'm not carrying anything!" Draco declaired.
"Not very gentlemanly, Draco," Alexander half-joked.
"Still, she can carry her own stuff," Draco said, giving his I-don't-care- what-anyone-says-I'm-not-going-to-do-it look to no one in particular.
Marcus downed the end of his butterbeer, "If you want to get some action you will,"
"I better go and see if Fallon needs some help then," Cassius said, all too quickly as Draco also nearly fell over himself in his anxiety to get up.
"Ill breed creatons," Vittorio said as Alexander muttered something that sounded very insulting in what the others supposed was french. He did this from time to time, but no one would ask him what he meant after the time in first year when Marcus had asked him and he was barraged with a torrent of words he couldn't understand.
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"I think you worry too much, Kate," Morrigun said, doing a few steps of a waltz in the dress robes she had tried on.
"And I think you need to enter this decade, no one knows how to waltz anymore," Kate responded.
"I do, Alexander does, and so does Vittorio" Morrigun said, dropping a curtsy to herself in the mirror, which shouted "Bravo!"
"Forget it, Kate," Akasha told her, "Her sun rises on music, sets on art, and her world revolves around Alexander. Everything else is languages, books, history, and quidditch,"
"Better than trying to pick into other's brains, Akasha." Morrigun called from behind the curtain.
"I do not!" Akasha defended herself, "I try to help people with their emotional and mental state of being,"
"And this 'people' being Marcus, I suppose snogging him senseless on that couch you keep in my room is therapy?" Morrigun asked, now in forest green dress robes trimmed with dusty rose.
"Can we have this discussion later?" Kate said, motioning to the door which opened immedaitely to reveal the boys.
"Fallon, I think this is a bit long,' Morrigun said, looking at the robes in the mirror.
"Yes, but the color suits you better," Fallon said, looking at the hem.
"How come everytime we come into a room where you have been talking you change the subject?" Draco demanded.
"Have we changed the subject?" Rayvn asked, innocently.
"No, we were looking for dressrobes for Morrigun," Akasha answered.
"Yes, we've found perfect ones for everyone else," Kate said, riffling through a rack.
"And we were just saying these are a bit long for her and the last ones weren't a good color," Fallon said.
"No, you started that discussion when we walked in," Draco insisted, looking to the others for support. Alexander raised an eyebrow at him and walked over next to the mirror and leaned on the wall next to it as Marcus threw himself into a chair near the curtain and Cassius joined Fallon near where Morrigun was looking at the robes in the mirror.
"I don't think so," Morrigun said, now playing with the waist of the robes. "You think these could be taken up?"
"With that embroidered hem?" Akasha asked, "I don't know..."
Draco sighed, exasperated. He strode to the display of shoes, took a pair of gold slippers with emeralds set into the heals. He knelt infront of Morrigun and seizing each foot in turn, put them on her.
"There, it works," Draco said. "Now what were you discussing before we came in?"
"You really want to know?" Fallon asked. The assembled boys nodded.
"We were talking about how outdated Morrigun is for knowing how to waltz," Fallon told them.
Montague, now next to Morrigun, again muttered something in french and Morrigun giggled then nodded.
"What..." Akasha began and Marcus quickly covered her mouth, shaking his head vigorously.
"Ok, so now we have everyone dressrobes...can we go to Honeydukes now?" Cassius asked.
"Only if you carry my packages," Fallon answered.
"Alright," he said, instantly picking the packages up.
Fallon shot her "he-wants-something" look to the other girls who responded with the highly appropriate "well-you-know-what-it-is" look, and followed him out of the store.
Draco picked up as many of Ravyn's packages as he could carry, leaving two which she picked up, giving the girls a look that clearly said "I-know-what- he-wants-and-he-can-have-it".
The others wandered around a bit and left, while Morrigun changed out of the dressrobes and paid for them and the shoes. Alexander took half of her packages and she picked the others up.
"Coffee?" he offered as he opened the door tot he rising snowstorm outside. Morrigun nodded, pulling her hood up on her cloak.
Disclaimer: You know what belongs to who, so don't be stupid.
Christmas, Slytherin Style Chapter One: Butterbeer and Dressrobes
It was cold and dark, but it was always cold and dark in the hallways of Slytherin house. Some say it was the evil seeping out of the very walls. Other students caught a chill when the walked past the enterance. But the Slytherins themselves knew it was simply because it was the deepest dungeon in the school.
Evil was all in the choices you made, and quite honestly Slytherins really didn't look out for any cause but their own. Few were anxious to dash out and join the Dark Lord. Infact most of them were more concerned with graduating, getting their share of inheratance until their parents died, and spending the rest of their young adulthood on beaches and in huge penthouse suites throwing and attending one glamorous party after another.
Their parents, however thought differantly. They believed their children should devotedly join the Dark Lord, follow him unquestionably unto their doom. The children, however, couldn't see a reason to follow the Dark Lord. They wanted power, and a Dark Lord doesn't easily share power. But knowing better than to let their parents in on their future plans, they went to all the formal dinner parties and balls while at home over winter holidays. Durring the summer they traveled and went to speacialty schools.
Preparing for such winter parties, the girls were shopping in Hogsmeade. Fallon was arguing with a saleswitch over whether a certain robe was a century out of fashion or very vintage.
"Winetasting at the Montagues',Dinner at the Malfoys', " Akasha was counting the robes she had gotten for each event, "Tea at the Puceys', musicale at the Derricks', house party at the Andersons' , luncheons at the Noctifer and the Flint households , Christmas brunch at the Warringtons'"
Morrigun continued for her as she counted out festive looking cloaks for Akasha, "And one, two, three sleigh parties, and one tree expediton,"
"Robes for decorating the tree, and the gala ball at the Lennox household," Akasha piled the rest on top of the counter.
"Certainly is alot going on this year, isn't there?" Kate asked, hauling her own selections to the counter.
"Yes, but how do we get this all back to school?" Morrigun asked, comming out from behind a curtain in a navy and gold set of dress robes.
"That's what they are for," Fallon motioned to the boys that were across the street in the pub, downing butterbeer after butterbeer.
"Figures, by the time we get done here they will have drank so much they won't want anymore and won't have anymore money left on them." Akasha asked.
"They are lucky, all they are expected to wear for most of this is family robes...and they don't wear fancy cloaks," Morrigun commented.
"Speaking of, do you think this dress robe will clash horribly with Cassius' family robes?" Fallon held up a black dress robe.
"Fallon, it's black. How is black going to clash with anything?" Morrigun groaned.
"I think we have a bit more to worry about than whether our robes are going to clash or not," Kate said, inspecting a glass slipper set with rubies.
"What do you mean?" Rayvn asked.
"Just a feeling, like something is going to happen," Kate answered, settign the shoe back in the box.
Fallon nodded, "I know what you mean,"
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"Look at them over there," Draco motioned with his tankard towards the shop across the street. The window of which perfectly framed the girls going about thier shopping.
"Yeah, look at her," Cassius half-drooled, "I mean them,"
When a round of laughter came from the group he yelled "I MEANT THEM!!"
"Which 'them' do you mean, Warrington?" Marcus asked, with a raised eyebrow.
Cassius looked at him blankly as Draco, Alexander, Vittorio, and Marcus burst into laughter. After a minute, Cassius began to scowl at them, but didn't comment. This sent the four into near hysterics.
"That isn't what I meant!" He growled.
Vittorio put his hand on Cassius' shoulder as he stood to get a better look through the window. "Sure it isn't, Cassius."
"Well that isn't at all why I was pointing them out," Draco said. "I meant look at all the stuff they are buying, they'll expect us to carry it back,"
"What? Did you expect that they'll decide to carry their own things for once?" Marcus asked.
"Well I'm not carrying anything!" Draco declaired.
"Not very gentlemanly, Draco," Alexander half-joked.
"Still, she can carry her own stuff," Draco said, giving his I-don't-care- what-anyone-says-I'm-not-going-to-do-it look to no one in particular.
Marcus downed the end of his butterbeer, "If you want to get some action you will,"
"I better go and see if Fallon needs some help then," Cassius said, all too quickly as Draco also nearly fell over himself in his anxiety to get up.
"Ill breed creatons," Vittorio said as Alexander muttered something that sounded very insulting in what the others supposed was french. He did this from time to time, but no one would ask him what he meant after the time in first year when Marcus had asked him and he was barraged with a torrent of words he couldn't understand.
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"I think you worry too much, Kate," Morrigun said, doing a few steps of a waltz in the dress robes she had tried on.
"And I think you need to enter this decade, no one knows how to waltz anymore," Kate responded.
"I do, Alexander does, and so does Vittorio" Morrigun said, dropping a curtsy to herself in the mirror, which shouted "Bravo!"
"Forget it, Kate," Akasha told her, "Her sun rises on music, sets on art, and her world revolves around Alexander. Everything else is languages, books, history, and quidditch,"
"Better than trying to pick into other's brains, Akasha." Morrigun called from behind the curtain.
"I do not!" Akasha defended herself, "I try to help people with their emotional and mental state of being,"
"And this 'people' being Marcus, I suppose snogging him senseless on that couch you keep in my room is therapy?" Morrigun asked, now in forest green dress robes trimmed with dusty rose.
"Can we have this discussion later?" Kate said, motioning to the door which opened immedaitely to reveal the boys.
"Fallon, I think this is a bit long,' Morrigun said, looking at the robes in the mirror.
"Yes, but the color suits you better," Fallon said, looking at the hem.
"How come everytime we come into a room where you have been talking you change the subject?" Draco demanded.
"Have we changed the subject?" Rayvn asked, innocently.
"No, we were looking for dressrobes for Morrigun," Akasha answered.
"Yes, we've found perfect ones for everyone else," Kate said, riffling through a rack.
"And we were just saying these are a bit long for her and the last ones weren't a good color," Fallon said.
"No, you started that discussion when we walked in," Draco insisted, looking to the others for support. Alexander raised an eyebrow at him and walked over next to the mirror and leaned on the wall next to it as Marcus threw himself into a chair near the curtain and Cassius joined Fallon near where Morrigun was looking at the robes in the mirror.
"I don't think so," Morrigun said, now playing with the waist of the robes. "You think these could be taken up?"
"With that embroidered hem?" Akasha asked, "I don't know..."
Draco sighed, exasperated. He strode to the display of shoes, took a pair of gold slippers with emeralds set into the heals. He knelt infront of Morrigun and seizing each foot in turn, put them on her.
"There, it works," Draco said. "Now what were you discussing before we came in?"
"You really want to know?" Fallon asked. The assembled boys nodded.
"We were talking about how outdated Morrigun is for knowing how to waltz," Fallon told them.
Montague, now next to Morrigun, again muttered something in french and Morrigun giggled then nodded.
"What..." Akasha began and Marcus quickly covered her mouth, shaking his head vigorously.
"Ok, so now we have everyone dressrobes...can we go to Honeydukes now?" Cassius asked.
"Only if you carry my packages," Fallon answered.
"Alright," he said, instantly picking the packages up.
Fallon shot her "he-wants-something" look to the other girls who responded with the highly appropriate "well-you-know-what-it-is" look, and followed him out of the store.
Draco picked up as many of Ravyn's packages as he could carry, leaving two which she picked up, giving the girls a look that clearly said "I-know-what- he-wants-and-he-can-have-it".
The others wandered around a bit and left, while Morrigun changed out of the dressrobes and paid for them and the shoes. Alexander took half of her packages and she picked the others up.
"Coffee?" he offered as he opened the door tot he rising snowstorm outside. Morrigun nodded, pulling her hood up on her cloak.