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happiness can be found
even in the darkest of times
if one only remembers to
turn on the lights
- albus dumbledore
⇸ |12| presents
Christmas morning came with loud laughter and the smell of something delicious baking as an excited knocking reverberated from Narcissa's borrowed room. Blinking blearily she listened as a voice she did not recognize echoed from the other side.
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty," it called, impatient joy coating it's words, "it's present time."
This, Narcissa thought with a wry smile, must be Caius. Cathal had mentioned his brother happened to be a bit eccentric and she had to choke down her laughter as she heard Cathal's hushed whispers as he scolded his elder brother for disturbing her.
As she opened the door she was met with Cathal's guilty look and the radiant smile of a boy whom she had never met.
Whereas Cathal was all his father in his lean build and brown wavy hair, but with the hazel eyes of his mother, Caius was simply the opposite. He was tall, yes, but he had the dark unruly hair of their mother, her sharp features, but the bluest of blue eyes exactly like their father. His eyes were framed by thick black glasses as well.
"Ah, so this is the mystery girl," Caius grinned, "pleasure to meet you and while I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to talk later, right now, we have more urgent matters to attend."
"Caius," Cathal groaned as his brother continued to radiate pure joy, his smile, much like the rest of the Donovan's, was infectious.
"Oh no," Narcissa interrupted quickly, unaware of what had come over her as a teasing smile flitted across her lips, "please, lead the way. What kind of person would I be if I were to stale the urgent matters of present opening?"
Cathal groaned as Caius, as impossible as it seemed, smiled even wider, turning to glance at his brother, "I like her, at least she understands where priorities should be."
"Please don't encourage him," Cathal grumbled a frown on his lips. Closing his eyes as he sighed a crease formed between his brows to showcase his stress as his brother hurried down the stairs.
Without thinking Narcissa reached forward, her thumb smoothing the crease gently, before her hand quickly retreated to the safety of her side. She blushed a brilliant red as Cathal's eyes flew open, hazel lighting with shock.
If she was being completely honest she hadn't the faintest clue why she had done that, only that she had seen the crease and wanted it to be gone.
"You'll get wrinkles," she quickly muttered, shoving her rogue hands into the pockets of her pajama pants, so they wouldn't betray her like that again.
