White Wave
By Adaia Swordmaiden
Disclaimer: Rien is mine. All mine. So is Guinivere but she's just a servant girl.
Chapter 12: Christmas Morning
"MORNING!" Remus jerked awake and fell out of bed to find Rien and Sirius roaring with laughter.
"Damn you two…" he growled as he climbed to his feet. "What's the occasion?" Sirius stared at him as if he was crazy.
"Moony are you sure you're awake? It's CHRISTMAS!" Remus glared at him, clapping his hands over his ears.
"Come on you guys - presents are all downstairs," Guinivere said from the doorway. Then she turned and ran down to avoid being run over by Sirius. Laughing, Rien and Remus followed. Downstairs in the middle of the common room was a large Christmas tree, surrounded by presents. The Gryffindor first year girl, Alexandra, was laughing as Guinivere tried to restrain Sirius from diving head first into the presents.
"Let me at them!" Sirius pleaded, trying to free his arms. Guinivere laughed and looked over where Remus and Rien were watching.
"Get down here and give Sirius a present of his before he kills me!" she said. Hurriedly, Remus went to the tree and quickly found a present, tossing it to Sirius. Guinivere let go and Sirius threw himself into a chair, tearing off the wrapping paper on the small box. Rien also came down and sat on a sofa, watching as Guinivere, Remus and Alexandra sorted through the presents and making piles of theirs.
"Cool!" Sirius shouted, holding up the pocket-knife that had been in the box. Then he pulled out the piece of paper that lay in the bottom of the box. His eyes widened. "Even better! Thanks Guin!" Remus looked over.
"What did you get?" he asked.
"'This pocket-knife can open any locked door, magically locked or not, and cut through or undo even enchanted knots. Merry Christmas, Guinivere,'" Sirius read out aloud. "This'll be great for our pranks!" Pocketing the knife, Sirius quickly gathered together a pile of his presents. The other three Gryffindors had already made piles of theirs and yet there was still one present left. Guinivere looked at Rien as she sat down on the floor with her back against the sofa, her pile of presents before her.
"Go on," she said, nodding at the small box. He looked startled and then smiled, getting up and picking up the tiny box. Opening it as he went back to the sofa, he stopped, pulling out of the box a silver chain. At the end of it sparkled a pendant. A half heart. Engraved on the surface was 'Best'. Guinivere smiled at Rien and pulled out from beneath her robes another silver necklace, with 'Friends' engraved on the half-heart pendant. "Do you like it? I put an Anti-Rust Charm on it." Rien suddenly smiled back.
"Thanks," he said as he slowly put on the necklace. "It's great." Guinivere smiled again and turned back to opening the present she had drawn to her. Suddenly it wobbled and, with a soft cry, she drew her hands away. She glanced at the small tag on the box and looked up at Rien who smiled again and nodded. She returned to opening it and-
"Oh, it's so sweet!"
"I thought you'd like her," Rien said. Guinivere beamed at him and stroked the black, white-speckled kitten in her lap. "She's a Kneazle."
"I think I'll call her…" Guinivere paused, thinking. The Kneazle kitten looked up at her with huge dark purple eyes. "Josie!" Josie suddenly leapt out of her lap and began circling the common-room, sniffing at things. Guinivere laughed and, leaving Josie to her own devices, returned to opening presents. From Remus there was a beautifully illustrated book called 'The collected works of Hans Christian Anderson and the Brothers Grimm', from Peter there was a large pack of chocolate frogs, from Lily and Vanessa there was a pack of 'Helene's Magical Make-up', from Sirius there was a large sketchpad with a painted cover showing a scene of the sea, charmed so that the waves moved and dolphins and seals leapt out of the water, and-
"What's that?" Rien asked as he leant over and peered at the item that Guinivere was holding up. It was a cloak that seemed to be every possible colour, changing as the material moved. "Hey, what's wrong?" Guinivere's face had paled and she looked amazedly at the cloak.
"Nothing," she said, folding it up and setting it carefully aside. "It's just beautiful, that's all." She moved onto the next present- James'. She found a handful of quills. "Uh, thanks, James. I really needed more quills." James looked over with a grin.
"Read the note!" he called through a mouthful of chocolate frogs that had been sent by Peter. Guinivere dug through the quills until she found the note.
'Merry Christmas, Guin,
'I managed to talk Lily into telling me how to charm these quills. If you start writing with them, there'll be an annoying humming noise. But you, and whoever else is using a similar quill, won't hear it. Enjoy!
'James.' Guinivere laughed and showed Rien the note. As he read it, she sifted through the pile of discarded wrapping paper to see if there were any more presents left. There weren't any and she quickly tossed the wrapping paper into the fire. It flared up a moment, making Alexandra squeal. The small girl then got up and wandered over to Guinivere.
"Um…I never really thanked you for saving me," she muttered, looking at the floor. Guinivere frowned, confused for a moment, and then remembered.
"Oh, you were the girl who fell through the lake!" she exclaimed. Alexandra nodded.
"Thanks," she said, looking up and smiling at the older girl.
"Well I wasn't about to turn into a Slytherin and let you drown,' Guinivere joked. Alexandra's smile widened and she laughed.
A/N: there, thought you deserved another chapter, seeing how long it took me to get the last one up. enjoy!
Oh yeah, a little poem my friend told me:
You cry, I cry
You laugh, I laugh
You jump off a bridge, I laugh harder.