Inferno | Draco Malfoy

058 | Blethynfolk

Christmas Eve.

The most beautiful, loveable and cherished holiday to many. Including me and my family.

Going home for the holiday has never felt more of a relief, there's been so much work recently and it's only going to continue piling up. Not to mention, I finally won't have a certain platinum blond boy occupying my mind as I have much better things to be doing.

Although, I can't help but feel an ounce of anger remembering that I would be in Northern Ireland with McLaggen right now if Daphne never interfered.

My duty for today is to visit the town of Blethynfolk and hand out people baskets of gifts.

There are many towns here in Willoughby but, Blethynfolk holds an annual Christmas Eve fest. It's great, there are food stands and the children love to run around and have fun.

Camden gave the baskets last time we were home (my third year) and was caught in a little predicament when he came across the Fairfax family.

Arthur and Jane Fairfax are twins, two years older than Camden. They graduated from Hogwarts two years ago and were a delightful pair of Ravenclaws. To this day, they conduct themselves in a friendly manner like their parents. Jane is a very beautiful woman with such delicate manners and she is exceptionally accomplished at playing the fortepiano.

On the contrary, Katie Fairfax is the youngest, aged ten and she will be starting her time in Hogwarts next year. She's a sweet girl, but is living more on the rebellious side. One time, she let all the sheep on Mr Bentley's farm run free because she thought it was the right thing to do. The other time, during a funeral, she decided to shove the straw in her goblet of juice, up her nose. It went all over her and the widow. Camden's most memorable experience is when she stole three baskets from him, trying to find out if there was an actual chick in any of the eggs. There weren't and she ended up throwing an egg at him, right on his leg.

The family apologised profusely, they helped and offered him a new pair of trousers, he declined. Luckily for him, it was his last house to deliver baskets to and he decided to walk off, brushing the incident off. Then came his crisis when he had to pass town to return home. Unfortunately, he had failed to realise that Katie, having mischievous nature, also smeared egg yolk all over his cloak. So, he looked like a complete egg walking home.

Photos were taken and it's common knowledge that British tabloids are vile. Witch Weekly quoted, "Looking egg-cellent this Christmas Lord Harlow!" They ended the article with another egg pun. "That's all for today yolks!"

Seriously, despite the bad humour, I laughed a bit too much at the jokes being made.

I tie up my trusty boots as it's muddy out and I throw on my thick winter cloak. Winslet (my bodyguard or magi-guard), comes in and out of the palace as he loads the baskets onto the wooden cart. The baskets include fresh bouquets of flowers from the greenhouse, eggs, bread, wine, honey, chocolate, fruit and nuts.

With a bye to Mum and Dad, Camden escorts me outside. Winslet is waiting patiently by our driver, Mr McCoy. Well, in this case, Mr McCoy is going by horseback on one of our Aethonans, a favourited chestnut-coloured winged horse breed amongst wizards. The Aethonan carries the cart full of goods, softly neighing as he sees me. It's quite a shame he won't be flying today.

Camden turns to me, reminding me of what I need to be mindful of. "Remember, only speak Welsh to Ms Llewelyn, she can get a tad cranky hearing all that English. Mr and Mrs Caddell's son, Dimitri, is back from Durmstrang, wish the family a warm welcome. And be careful of—"

"Katie, yes I know. Don't worry about me, I am very egg-cited to visit town."

He rolls his eyes, pushing me so that I slightly stumble. "Shut up you. Get going now."