Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To Helena, who I'm supposedly married to.
The First Day
I awake to a gentle shaking of my shoulders. It's the first of December and I still feel the urge to run to the door of my bedroom and find a small chocolate in the shape of Santa (who actually looks rather like Dumbledore when I think about it.) I realise that I can't run to the door of my bedroom and find a small chocolate in the shape of Santa (who actually looks rather like Dumbledore when I think) because I am not at home. I stick my bottom lip out slightly. I'll be in a bad mood for the rest of the day.
"What!" I say, maybe a little too loudly for- I glance at the clock -six in the morning. Sirius looks at the other two boys in our dormitory before replying:
"Wow Moony, you dun' half have a set of pipes on you! I just wanted to give you a surprise, you know, for Advent."
My frosty mood thaws a little (I briefly notice that the weather hasn't). That really is quite sweet. I'm not quite sure what to do with this… niceness, so I sound unsure when I reply:
"Err… Thanks Padfoot, what've you got in store for me?"
Having had time to think, I can see that this will turn out to be a prank, nothing more than a joke at my despondence. My already jutting lower lip sticks out a little further at this thought.
"It's good, I promise! Follow me."
He pulls the shoulder he was shaking earlier and leads me to… the dorm bathroom.
"Go inside!" He encourages, once again shaking my poor abused shoulder.
I go inside, fully expecting there to be some kind of auto-hex on the door. But instead I find a small chocolate statue of Father Christmas. I'm astounded at his knowledge of my mind.
"How did you..?" I start. Before breaking into a run to look at the jolly little man-statue on the other side of the room. I instantly recognise it as the ones they were selling in Honeydukes back in October. I once again utter, in super-coherency, "How did you..?"
"You were raving about the sodding things earlier, and your old Advent Calendar. Just thought I'd… make you happy."
I blush slightly and thank him for this wonderful gift. We spend the next hour or so (before James and Peter wake up) eating Santa.
I go to sleep later that night wondering what I may have in store tomorrow.
Well, there it is, the First of December. If you feel kind, leave a review and an idea for what should happen next. You'll get a dedication and I'll get reviews, I MEAN writing practice.