Not mine… sniffle.
A.N- First of all, sorry for the time it's taken for me to update but life in general, work specifically, got in the way. Secondly, I also apologise in advance for the shortness of this, and the next, fic. I promise it's all a bit relevant, and still worth a look… *nervous giggle*
Part Five – Thank God It's Christmas.Sirius Black loved Christmas.
He loved the lights, he loved the trees, he loved the decorations, he loved the egg-nog, he loved the pudding, he loved eating enough food to feed a small African nation and then going back for more, he loved the opportunity to sing 'God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs' at the top of his lungs, he loved 'accidentally' ensnaring unsuspecting passers-by in tinsel. He loved buying the presents, he loved hiding the presents, he loved the challenge of wrapping particularly oddly-shaped presents. (sometimes buying them more for their odd angles than any real belief that someone might want them.) He loved giving the presents. He loved the quiet of Hogwarts castle at Christmas and he loved the buzz of goodwill and the warming hope he felt at this time of year.
Like I said, Sirius loved Christmas…
… and now some bastard had gone and ruined it!
Someone had toyed mercilessly with Christmas in general, and with the mistletoe specifically. This anonymous person had charmed the floating vegetation to act strangely.
One caught you in a binding spell and wouldn't release you until you told it a dirty joke. It caught Dumbledore last Tuesday, not only did Sirius blush at the sheer crassness of what came out of the mouth of the greatest magician ever to walk the earth, but he also had the good sense to memorise it for use at a later date.
Another couple of them would catch you and drone on and on about anything and everything, it was almost impossible to shake them. One caught Creevy from Hufflepuff and trapped him for a day before Remus took pity on him and incinerated it. Mind you, before it met it's fiery fate Sirius did hear it telling the boy about another, greasy hair lad who would skulk about trying to catch a fiery redhead beneath the mistletoe, but always got that repulsive Bullstrode bloke instead.
And there was the mistletoe that did demand kisses… only it would then rate and commentate on your smooching prowess. Sirius didn't mind so much when he and Remus were caught beneath, he enjoyed the intense look in the other boys eyes, the feel of their warm bodies pressed together, the gasps of shock from students and the mistletoe, and what they did afterwards instead of going to potions.
If he thought about it, Sirius loved the cheeky Christmas decorations.
He didn't know who, but someone had come up with the best Christmas prank ever. And what really got up his nostrils was that it wasn't him.
For the rest of his life Sirius wondered who had been responsible for the prank.