prompt twenty: box
Oliver Wood
Every year, every Christmas, there was always the same box: long, thin, and deliciously wrapped by his meticulous mother. And it always contained the same thing--a brand-new broomstick. That's what you get when your father owns Quality Quidditch Supplies.
His twelfth Christmas is the most outstanding. A Nimbus 900, glittering in its box, in honor of his newly crowned position on the Gryffindor House Team.
He always flies it on Christmas morning, no matter the wind, the cold, the snow. His twelfth Christmas was no different. He smiles at his mother, nods and his father, and kicks off the roof, savoring the icy air on his face.