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Six: Wesley's Christmas Gift

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Six: Wesley's Christmas Gift

Date: 24th December, 1924

Despite being away from her homeland, Elise could not help but miss the idea of the Yule time season.

From an early age, she remembered getting small Bertie Botts boxes in her stocking, sometimes the one quill and ink and maybe a few galleons from her grandparents. The joys of waking up at the day break of dawn, feeling the cold air as duvet was ripped off, she would slipped on a pair of shoes to head down to the living room. Often finding the large tree her father and mother had cut and trimmed, decorated with bells and small trinkets.

The thought Yule even put a smile on her face.

She was caught daydreaming one time, the night before the twenty-fifth.

Elise was placing back documents in the filing room, making sure the accounted mission files were kept tidy and in order. And in the right moment, her own boss seemed to catch her red-handed - just smiling at the file down at her hands.

"Does something appear amusing to you, Ms. James?"

Elise flickered quickly down the aisle of cabinets, to find Percival Graves giving her a concerned expression. And once she realised who it was, Elise took a set of blinks and composed herself.

"Just thinking about Yule, sir." Elise admitted. It was fair to be honest to her boss, considering how she rarely saw the man.

As being appointed the head of the DMLE and Director of Magical Security, seeing his face was only common to those who worked with him, the higher directors in other parts of MACUSA or the president herself. Mister Graves had no time for such people such as Elise, who was mainly stuck doing Mr Furgessen's paperwork all the time.

What struck Elise and caught her off guard again was the sincere response she had gotten back.

Mr. Graves replied, "Of course, it is Yule tomorrow." He nodded. "Forgive me, Ms. James."

"It's alright," Elise assured him as she placed another file. She pulled a faint smile back, immediately regretting who she had been talking to.

This man was the pinnacle of serious and what really represented MACUSA. In Elise's experience, the man was serious and strict - hardly a man that could simply pluck up a conversation other than telling orders to his aurors.

There was another pause from him. At first, she didn't mind Mr. Graves for not responding back. He must have left quickly for something important. Elise thought to herself.

"You are one of our transfers, correct?"

Just as she slipped a file through a shelf, Elise stopped. She glanced back up to find the actual man: still standing there at the exact spot. His head facing her, but a stable neutral expression on him. Mr. Graves saw the files she was putting away, and began to walk towards her.

'Why is he still here?' Elise thought with nerve. The man could easily poke into her head - if he was a leginimens.

Elise nodded and politely replied. "Yes." He continued to look at her, and she added quickly: "Sir."

"You don't need to use formalities, Ms James," The auror shook his head. "Mister Graves is fine."

As she neatly placed another file, her tendency of these sort of situations made her awkward. Conversations were always kept to a minimum to her own personal rule. Even in an environment like this, gossiping was appropriate unless Queenie stopped by. Afterwards, they would be a fit of giggles after commenting on the wigs the older wizards wore.