The Christmas holiday was upon Hogwarts before Sam, Dean, Cas, or Crowley were ready for it. The students, however, were more than ready for it as each of them found their workload increasing in difficulty. "I swear, if one more student comes through those doors complaining about how they somehow messed up a spell or charm and somehow hurt themselves, I am going to turn them into a turkey and let the house-elves have at them."

Cas, on the other hand, was up to his neck with reports of students Charming muggle items to bring them back to their non-magic family members. This was, of course, very much against the rules as Muggles were not to have magical items due to their tendency to get into trouble. This meant, naturally, that Castiel and the other Muggle Studies professor were left to sort through each and every single one of the students' muggle artifacts. One student had cast an undetectable expansion charm on a purse that she had intended to give to her mother while another had put a Permanent Tickling Charm on a pair of trainers and was going to give them to a bully. "You can't use magic against them," Castiel told him sternly. "Find another way to exact your revenge, you are a clever boy Creevey."

"But Professor," Creevey protested. "It took me forever to Charm them!"

"You may have them back when you return," Castiel told him firmly. "Now move along, you are holding up the line."

A muffled bang came from a student's bag a few places back and Castiel beckoned them forward. "Alright," he said, gesturing at the bag. "What exploded?"

The student pulled out several articles of very singed clothing to reveal a deck of playing cards that was in perfect condition. In fact, if the clothes around it weren't burnt to a crisp, Castiel would have ignored it. He placed the deck of cards on the table and prodded it with his wand. "I wouldn't do that professor…" the student's voice trailed off. The deck of cards leapt into the air and a loud bang echoed through the clearing. There was a small hole in the table right above where the cards now laid smoking in the snow, still in perfect condition. Castiel cast a slow look over at the student who had the grace to look abashed. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Tried to make my Muggle mates from back home a pack of Exploding Snap cards, but I messed up the charm."

"You could have hurt someone," Castiel told him sternly. He looked over the rest of the line. "This is your last warning. If any of you are caught with any Charmed items that aren't supposed to be, I a giving you a month's worth of detention when you get back."

Suddenly a large amount of students seemed to remember something they had left back in their dorms and they departed the line. The former angel turned back to the students who had remained and gestured for the next one to come forward.

"Looks like Cas has his hands full," Dean said, peering down at the courtyard from his room. He laughed quietly and turned back to Sam. "So, any plans for the holidays on your end? Can't exactly do the usual."

"You mean, robbing another family's Christmas presents and saying they were from Dad?" Sam laughed. "No, I guess we can't. I hadn't really thought of anything. What about you?"

"Booze, booze, and more booze," Dean said, starting the holiday early with a swig from a glass full of amber liquid. He caught Sam's disapproving look and frowned. "What?"

"Come on man," Sam laughed. "We're in the wizarding world, we-."

"Bobby," Dean said, cutting Sam off, staring intently at the fire.

"Bobby?" Sam asked, frowning. He followed Dean's gaze and, to his amazement and disbelief, saw Bobby's head staring at them from the fireplace.

"What are you two idjits doing?" He asked, frowning at them. "I've been trying to figure out what in the Sam Hill's been going on? One day I'm in heaven reading the classics and the next thing I know I'm wearing these robes and have a big stick in my hand."

"Wait, Bobby?!" Dean asked, thrown for a loop. He had expected the grizzly old man to be another trick of the Guide. "Our Bobby?"

"Did you get hit in the head, of course it's me!" He growled. "Who else would it be? What's going on here?"

"Uh, Bobby, where are you?" Sam asked, kneeling in front of the fireplace. "You are using the Floo Network, right?"

"Yeah, that's right." Bobby nodded in confirmation, disturbing the coals and sending a few scattering in front of the hearth. "I'm at my house. At least, that's what that Guide told me."

"You've seen the Guide too?" Dean asked. "How?"

"She popped up in front of me when I got here and explained her little trick. Thought it was a joke at first. Tried everything to get out, even did once. But she just pulled me right back in. So I stopped trying to escape and started figuring out what's going on here. I did a little reading and saw you two idjits were teaching at some place called Hogwash-."

"Hogwarts." Sam and Dean corrected simultaneously.

Bobby sent them a long-suffering look that caused both Sam and Dean to grin over. "Whatever it's called. It's good to see you boys."

"Yeah, you too Bobby," Dean smiled. "Well, hell, it's almost Christmas. What do you say we have a little get together? Sam figured out a spell to give us unlimited alcohol, and the food here is amazing."

"That's easy for you to say," Bobby said grumpily. "I don't know how to get to wherever you are."

"Sam?" Dean said, turning to his brother. "Would the Floo Network work here?"

"I mean, I guess?" Sam said, thinking. He had just started reading Hogwarts, A History but had not yet come across anything regarding the network. "I know you can't disapparate within so many feet of the grounds. Maybe it's the same for the Floo Network."

"How long have you two been here?" Bobby asked. "You sure know a lot for just two weeks."

"Two weeks?" Dean asked slowly. "Bobby, Sam and I have been here for months."

"Months?" Bobby repeated incredulously. "We need to do some catching up. I'm going to see if I can figure out a way for me to get to you two. You two stay put."

"Wasn't planning on leaving anyways," Dean shrugged. Bobby's face disappeared from the fireplace and the elder Winchester turned to look at the younger. "Well, this place just got a lot more interesting."

Sam opened his mouth to speak and then started laughing. "Just imagine when Bobby meets Severus," he chuckled.

That brought a smile to Dean's face as well. "Oh, we have to make that happen." He agreed immediately. "Those two are perfect for each other."

"Why do you think the Guide brought him here?" Sam asked once the mirth had subsided. "Just for laughs?"

"Look, Sam," Dean said, taking a seat. "We both agreed that this place isn't so bad. I'm just gonna take our Bobby being back as a win."

"Fair enough," Sam said, taking a seat opposite his brother and conjuring up a glass. "Where's Lucy?"

"Not a clue," Dean said, taking a sip of his whiskey. "I figured since it's the holidays she can roam around the castle a bit. Eat a few of the mice that are roaming around here."

"Dean there are students here!" Sam protested. "They don't all go home for the holidays."

Dean waved a hand dismissively. "She's trained. Hagrid gave a lesson on basilisks and so did I. Anyone who is still in the castle knows it's her."

This was news to Sam. "How do you know they'll know it's her?"

"I put a bow on her," Dean said simply. "It's her fault, really, she hates the thing. But she's smart enough to know that eating owls is bad."

"She ate another one?" Sam asked.

"She ate seven that I know of," Dean sighed. "Dumbledore was pissed. I had to promise it wouldn't happen again and he is taking the cost of them out of my salary."

"You do know that Lucy isn't a dog, right?" Sam asked, a single laugh escaping him.

"A dog is boring," Dean shrugged. "You can't tell me Lucy hasn't grown on you."