EPILOGUE

Christmas Day: Just 5 minutes later

Before Jasper could even turn around, Edward was already flying down the stairs. He frantically made his great escape. After hearing Jasper's thoughts, Edward concluded that Luna girl must really be rubbing off on him. It was awkward. Soon enough Jasper was right behind him.

"NO Major Hale. I would absolutely not fancy a good frolick in the forest rain right now. Christmas or not." Edward spun around as Jasper quickly caught his arm.

"Go ask Alice." He simply added.

Just then the beautiful pixie girl swooped down on them both. If only Jasper and Edward had human breaths to hold, they'd be holding them. The two male vampires braced themselves. They stood still, like beautiful frozen statues.

"I'm afraid my darling mate doesn't have time to skip around these meadows. In four weeks time he'll be on a plane to Scotland. To attend a 'Yule Ball' and some ridiculous school tournament!" Alice's sarcastically sweeet voice reached a screech by the end of her sentence. The future-telling vampire was fuming and refused the acknowledge Jasper's presence.

"oh no." Edward suddenly whispered, wide-eyed at Alice.

"Ohhhhh yes Mr. Edward Cullen. YOU will be accompanying MY mate to make sure he doesn't have any VILE perverted thoughts." Alice's eyes flamed. She cast a glare full of daggers toward Jasper, who was too frozen to move, and promptly sped away.

Do something about that mustard sweater of yours. You look like a bumblebee, Edward. A fleeting thought.

After a moment of silence Edward could do nothing. For once in a thousand years he shared the same thoughts as Jasper.

"Jasper Hale and the Triwizard Tournament": That'll be my epitaph when Alice burns me in a pit of fire, whispered Jasper., "Promise me, Edward?"

Edward Cullen gracefully folded his arms. His form fitted mustard-yellow sweater revealed elegant black stripes that lined his elbows. After brief contemplation he managed a mischievous smirk at Jasper.

With Edward's best British accent, he crooned: "Come along then 'mate. Let's go and see that Loo-ner of yours."

Edward suddenly sounded like he emerged from the depths of King George's throne.

The 'twang that lived in Jasper's throat cringed. How was he supposed to pull that off?!...

"I'm from the 'South." Jasper mumbled, barely audible.

The End

Or is it?

[thank you SO much for being patient with all my editing. I *really* hope you've enjoyed this! You deserve it :]