Love in Motion: RolfLuna
Amber's Attic: High Priestess- Write about an unexpected discovery.
Decorating the Christmas Tree: splendid
Jingle Bells: "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas"- genre, fluff
Count Your Buttons: classic
Word Count: 493
"Mistletoe?" Luna asks, her lips pulling into a frown. "It's infested."
Rolf shakes his head, kissing his wife's cheek. He knows how she feels about mistletoe, of course. He's entertained the notion for the three years that they've been together, but he can't help himself. There's something so classic and timeless about the bit of green hanging in a doorway. "Well, you have your charms to keep the Nargles away, love," he reminds her.
She doesn't look completely convinced, but she doesn't argue. With a small shrug of her shoulders, she starts for the kitchen. "I'm going to make some cocoa," she says. "The smell should cause them to flee."
Rolf stares after her, chuckling. He knows that a lot of people at Hogwarts would laugh at her for her belief in imaginary creatures, but he finds it endearing. The fact that she can see such amazing, impossible things in the most ordinary places makes her even more beautiful in his eyes.
He removes his wand from his pocket and picks out the perfect spot to hang the mistletoe. "Splendid," he says, grinning at the entrance to the kitchen area. He will have an excuse to kiss his wife before and after every meal now. Not that he really needs one.
As he prepares to cast a charm, movement catches his attention. Rolf shakes his head; he wonders if he's just imagining things, but the sprig of green gives another little twitch, and a tiny creature is visible for a fraction of a moment.
"Luna!" he calls, scurrying back as he lets the mistletoe fall to the floor. "Luna!"
His wife is at his side within seconds, holding two steaming mugs of hot cocoa. Her gaze shifts to the bit of green on the floor, and she nods. "The smell must have gotten their attention," she says serenely.
"What is it?" Rolf asks, though he can already guess the answer.
"It's a Nargle. But where there's one, there's bound to be dozens. Go ahead and set it outside, please."
She says it so casually. Rolf stares at her, jaw slack. It's one thing for him to listen to her talk about these strange things, but it's something entirely to actually see one with his own eyes.
"They'll get all over everything if you don't act quickly," Luna adds, a hint of urgency in her light voice.
"R-right," he says, quickly casting a charm. He doesn't know enough about Nargles to know whether he wants to take a chance actually touching the mistletoe.
It takes only a moment for him to dispose of the mistletoe. "That… So, Nargles are real?" he asks.
His wife beams, offering him a mug of cocoa. "That's what I've been trying to tell you," she chuckles. "No more mistletoe?"
He wraps his free arm around her, pressing a small kiss to her forehead. "No more mistletoe," he agrees. "I can find plenty of excuses to kiss you without it."