A/N: I would have posted this chapter yesterday but I had to work on my review packet for algebra. Ugggh I had to factor (I hate that stuff so much). So I didn't start writing until 8:00 pm and then my sister told me to turn off my computer to go to bed (we share a room). So I had to finish it this morning. So anyways, this chapter is short but super fluffy. It's dedicated to Ana and Morgane, for giving me the inspiration. Also thank you muentiger and im-the-doctor for reviewing. I also got a mystery reviewer, guessmyname. Odd. But anyways, enjoy and review!

I slowly opened my eyes, awakening to a snow covered window. I rose slowly and stretched my tired muscles. My feet still ached from the high heels and my hair was still had its curls from the ball. I pulled it into a curly ponytail and then sleepily grabbed my cozy bathrobe. I walked down to the common room, and saw Rosaline with a big child-like grin on her face.

"Good morning," I yawned.

"Morning," she giddily replied.

"Why are you so happy this morning?" I asked.

"Don't you know what day it is?" Rosaline gasped.

"Uh..Friday," I slowly said, "Or is Saturday?"
"No it's Friday," Rosaline rolled her eyes, "But it's also Christmas!"

I gasped. I completely forgot the Yule Ball was on Christmas Eve.

"You forgot about Christmas?" Rosaline asked shocked.

"It was an eventful night last night," I shrugged.

Rosaline shook her head at me with disappointment. She loved Christmas. I mean she really did love it. It was her favorite holiday out of all of the others. She loved giving and receiving gifts, sitting by the fireplace, being with friends and family, all of that fluffy stuff. While I, on the other hand, have never had a good Christmas. I thought it was a good holiday, but I never had someone to share it with.

"We got a letter," Rosaline said.

"From who?" I asked.

"Nick," she said, handing me the letter.

I quickly grabbed it and read it.

Dear Rosaline and Aaralyn,

I hope you guys are having a great year at Hogwarts so far. Cassie and I still miss you a lot. Division hasn't been spotted anywhere in London, so I'm guessing that we are safe from them for a long time. But it still worries me because that means it will a little longer before you guys can come back home. Cassie keeps telling me that you will both be fine, but you're my family, I'm supposed to worry about you.

Rosaline, I know that things have been hard for you recently. Don't ask how I know about Cedric, I just do. So don't start yelling at the paper on how the hell I know about your personal life or accuse Aaralyn for telling you about it; because she didn't tell me, Cassie did. What, she's a Watcher, she's bound to see something about you. So anyways, this Cedric guy doesn't deserve you. Whoever he picked over you for is obviously a whore. And if he ever hurts you again I'll come over to Hogwarts, hunt him down, and kick his ass.

Aaralyn, remember when I first met you? You were hiding in an alley behind a bunch of garbage cans and I was getting beat up by muggers. You jumped out and kicked their asses pretty hard for someone who was 13. I then brought you back home and let stay there for the night. I just remember thinking, as I watched you sleep on the couch, that I was probably going to be stuck with you. And I was. I have to admit, at first you were a pain, but then you grew on me. A little bit of you was attached to me in some way I couldn't describe. I never told you this, but the last thing my father told me was that not only was I going to be a great man but that I was going to be a great protector and brother. I'm guessing now he was talking about you. You know that I think of you as a sister and I know you think of me as a brother. So I'm officially admitting it right now; I love you, little sister.

Both of you stay out of trouble and stay under the radar. It'll be over before we all know it.

Love,

Nick

It wasn't until I finished the letter when I realized that I was crying. I quickly wiped away the tears and breathed away the rest that were about to fall. It was actually the first time I ever cried because I was happy. I smiled and laughed a little at my weakness. Rosaline sat down next to me and hugged me tightly. She pulled away and looked at me oddly.

"I've never seen you cry from joy before," she said.

"Me neither," I said.

"It was nice to hear from him though," she sighed.

I nodded and refolded the letter. Rosaline then tugged on my wrist to take me somewhere.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"Going to open our presents," she said.

"We have presents?" I asked shocked.

"Yeah," she said as if it was a dumb question, "You didn't think that Nick would send a sappy letter, would he?"

I laughed and shrugged. Nick was never for the sappiness anyway. Rosaline handed me two gifts as she pulled out two gifts that were for her. The first one was a small box wrapped in shiny green paper. Since my curiosity was already swimming madly in my mind, I quickly ripped off the paper and opened the box. In it was a silver locket with vines engraved into the circle pendant. I opened it to find a picture of me, Rosaline and Cassie. It was taken a year ago when we were in Hong Kong. It was one of the only peaceful days we had there. A card was also in the box. I opened the card to find Cassie's handing writing scratched into it. Keep a piece of me with you while you're there, it read. I then opened the next gift. It was a journal with a leather cover. My name was engraved in the corner of the front cover. I opened it and seeing a card within it. Here's for all the memories you will have, Nick it read.

I looked up and saw that Rosaline also got a locket and a bracelet. She admired them both as much as I did mine. We were both wearing our lockets. It was almost like it was our way of keeping our secret even safer; it was locked away and out of site.

I sat back down on the couch and opened up my new journal. I took out a pen and started to write. I wrote about what my life was like and how I lived through the suffering. Once I finished the entry I closed the journal and kept it hidden in my night stand.

Rosaline's POV

The bitter wind cut through me like a sharp knife. I could feel the cold rattling through my bones as I walked back from the lake. There wasn't any snow on the ground, everything was just frozen. I walked across the bridge, quickly rushing to get back inside, when I bumped into someone. I stumbled back a little and looked up to see who I ran into. It was Cedric. He was a little shocked to see me, but it wasn't like I wasn't. I stood there awkwardly. I tried to move aside but Cedric moved along with me. I tried going the other way but then he followed. He then put his hands up in order for me to stop and then he stepped aside to let me pass.

"Thanks," I muttered as I walked pass.

"Anytime," he nodded.

I just nodded back and tried to get away.

"Rosaline," Cedric stopped me.

"What?" I asked impatiently.

"I just wanted to mention," he said, "That you never actually forgave me when I apologized."

"Well maybe I'm not ready to forgive you," I said.

"When will you?" he asked.

"I don't know," I scoffed, "I can't see the future."

"Well what do I have to do to make you forgive me?" he asked. He was practically begging me for his forgiveness. Was he seriously that desperate?

"I don't know," I said honestly, "I just know that I'm not ready to forgive you."

I then finally got the chance to get away.

Aaralyn's POV

I checked how I looked in the mirror one last time. I had to keep myself occupied other wise I'd start thinking about George and then I'd get nervous. Today was our...well I didn't know if I would call it a date. But either was it was us, just me and him, together, alone. And last time I checked if it's just you and a guy alone doing something together then it's a considered. There are some exceptions for that rule but whatever.

I breathed away the anxiety as I walked out of the common room. But it came crawling back when I saw George waiting for me right outside. The lump in my throat reappeared and my knees started to shake. I couldn't have shaky knees when I was learning to dance.

"Hey," he said.

I started to stutter but then I cleared my throat.

"Hi," I smiled.

He brought his hand forward for me to take, which I gladly took. We walked through the hallways of the school, making me curious about where we were actually going. We did talk on the way, and somewhere in between it all our fingers were intertwined. I could feel my heart pound against my chest, dying to burst out of me.

"So where are we going anyway?" I asked.

We suddenly stopped and were standing in front of a wall.

"We're here," he said.

"Is this a joke?" I asked.

Suddenly my question was answered; a door appeared in front of us, completely startling me.

"It's the Room of Requirement," he said, while opening the door.

It revealed a large empty room with mirrors replacing the walls. It was a dance studio.

"The Room of Requirement is a dance studio?" I asked.

"No," he chuckled, "It appears when a person has real need of it, and is always equipped for the seeker's needs."

"Interesting," I said.

"So did you want the dancing lesson or what?" he asked.

"Alright," I laughed. "But to be honest, I'm a little nervous."

"About?" George asked.

"About making myself look like a complete idiot," I sighed.

"I'm sure you'll do fine," he said.

Suddenly I heard music playing; a very nice instrumental. There goes that anxiety again. George found my hand again and led me to the middle of the floor. He placed his other hand on my waist. He guided me around the studio, moving along to the beat of the music. One arm slipped away to twirl me; it then returned to my waist. George's eyes never left mine the entire time. It was almost like his eyes were telling me what to do. The song ended and we just stood there still, with him holding me.

"You see?" he said, "You did fine."

"I guess I did," I smiled.

He smiled back, looking deeper into my eyes. Suddenly he came closer to me. My heart was going at the speed of a roadrunner. Soon our foreheads were pressed together. I was scared to go any farther then that. But obviously he wasn't; because only a moment later our lips were pressed together, too. The kiss was soft and spine tingling. It was cosmic and a exploding sensation. He pulled away with the brightest sparkle in his warm brown eyes.

"Wow," I whispered.

"Yeah," he smiled.

I didn't leave his embrace. I just stayed there gazing into his eyes. I was dying to feel his lips back on mine. I'm guessing I was that obvious because he then kissed me again.