Hundred Word Challenge: #8 Holidays.

Puck stared at the book in front of him. He really hated doing this; if he spent to much time around those disgusting things people might think he was lying about being allergic. Not that he wasn't, he was, but the allergies weren't visible. They were mentally enhancing things that made him remember whatever he read. It was truly terrible. His vision snapped back into focus when he flipped the page, he had found the word he'd been looking for.

Holdiay:

Definition: 1. Noun

A day fixed by law or custom on which ordinary business is suspended in commemoration of a certain event.

Great, this shouldn't be hard at all. Now just to find Granny….

Puck flew out of his room-literally- with the book, he believed it was called a dictionary. He came to a stop in the kitchen, lightly touching his feet to the floor before folding his wings back. He walked up to the dining table where the Old Lady was reading and sipping tea and plopped the dictionary in front of her.

He pointed to the word 'Holiday' and stared pointedly at her.

"I'm sorry, Puck, but there are no holidays coming up that I know of. Valentines isn't that far away…but we just had New Years." The lady placed her tea aside looking up at the blonde teenager.

He huffed indignantly, really he was just trying to come up with something to say. "Well, in Faerie… we have a celebration to commemorate….my birth." He puffed out his chest. Good lie, Puck. Good lie.

"You mean your birthday? That's in October?" The graying lady placed her reading glasses down.

"No. I mean, yes. But I'm just so…important that they have two celebrations. And one is…what's today?"

"It's the twentieth of January, Puck."

"Than it's today!"

"You can't just make up a holiday date, liebling."

"Um…Yes I can. It's my holiday." The blonde blew a stray hair out of his eye. "Listen, all I'm saying is that if I don't get my homework done today…there's a reason. I'm celebrating."

"Puck, you still have to do your homework. There's nothing that should stop you. Just do it."

He just stood there, staring her down. It wasn't working.

"Fine. But... I won't do well. I'll be distracted."

"Good, then. Now…you disturbed my down time. Get to it." She lightly shoved the dictionary off of her novel and put her reading glasses back on. Taking a sip of her tea, she said," Oh, and Happy…Puck Day, Puck."

Puck snorted. One day, he would get out of this work. He didn't know how, but he would. And that would be the best dang holiday ever.

A.N:

I didn't want to do the cliché Valentines Day one…and I didn't want to do anything that was an actual holiday. That make sense? Probably not… And I think Granny Relda was OOC in this, but that's okay.

Happy Puck Day everyone!

PS: Thank you everyone for so many wonderful reviews. (Fourteen!) They make me happy. :)

~Red