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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 of fury that sounded from beneath Shadow Weaver's mask brought a smile to Christmal's face. She glance in the mirror one last time to make sure her... unique makeup was no smudged, and then sauntered into the hall.
Her friends, teammates, and otherwise walked cheerily around the corridors, entranced by the sights. Entrapta's replication of the glimmering lights Chris has seen in her dreams hung from the ceiling. Scorpia still worked effortlessly, tearing up stacks of paper to create the effect of snow along the tiled ground.
"What's up with this?" Catra smirked, her voice smooth. She sat on a ledge far above Chris, her tail flicking about mischievously. "And what's up with your forehead?"
"Just showing my appreciation for the holiday," the girl chuckled in response. She realized that she looked idiotic with the big letters painted on her forehead, but she did not mind when it was out of spite. "Who wouldn't write 'Harmonic Interlude' on their forehead for the occasion?"
"Shadow Weaver, I'm guessing," Catra chortled in response. "Speaking of, she'll have your head."
"That's why my Force Captain is here." Christmal winked at the cat. "You'll protect me, right?"
Catra scoffed, hopping off of her spot. "Yeah, right. Why would I ever do that?" Chris smiled softly, turning away from her companion and walking towards the red woman who had suddenly run out of paper.
"Because you love me, idiot. Happy Harmonic Interlude!"
