Lumos (ON HOLD)

Christmas at Hogwarts

*AN: WOW!! I can't believe I've had over a hundred views!! Here's the new chapter! So sorry for taking so long to get it out, but it's finally here!! Hope you like and please rate and leave a comment!*

As I sit down to the Gryffindor table, I see Hagrid, dragging in a huge Christmas tree and placing it in the back corner of the hall. I finish my mouthful of hollandaise-y ciabatta and jump up to help Hagrid decorate the tree. By the time I get there, Hagrid has already set the tree in the corner and was arranging tinsel on it in a neat fashion.
"Hello, Charlie! I didn't expect to see you awake at this hour!!" Hagrid greets me as I walk up to him.
"Yeah, well, Hermione has a cold and I'm sick of her coughing and snuffling while she sleeps. Plus I wanted to get in a bit of Quidditch practice before anyone else gets the pitch." I reply, before magicking up a handful of multi-coloured baubles to place on the tree.
"What on earth are you doing?" Hagrid asks me, surprised. He starts shooing me away from the tree.
"For goodness sakes, Charlie, go practice your Quidditch! I can handle the tree!" I laugh as Hagrid pushes me away from the tree.
"Okay, okay!! But I expect the tree to be finished by the time I've stopped practicing." I joke and pick up my Nimbus, which is leaning against the Gryffindor table.

*Time Skip*

As I run down the stairs to the Great Hall, I run into Oliver Wood, who's scowling.
"Sorry! I didn't see you around the... uh.." I begin apologising before abruptly stopping when I realise that he is trying to tell me something.
"I take it you're about to go practice?" Oliver asks me, after waiting for my confirming nod, he continues, "well don't bother, Harry and I were just about to try, when, who else but, Marcus Flint comes out with a signed note giving them pride of place today for practice." He glowers and starts to walk off.
"Who gave them permission?" I ask him. Oliver turns slightly and mutters,
"Who do you think? Snape, obviously." He walks up a staircase and disappears. I walk up an adjacent flight of stairs and head into my dormitory, where Hermione is still snoring her head off. I laugh quietly under my breath, before dejectedly getting changed into some navy blue and toasty warm fat pants and a bog standard shirt. *A/N: only on the weekends can they wear mufti, just thought I should mention it :)*

I walk back into the Great Hall for what seems like the fiftieth time today. I look around for Hagrid and see that the Christmas tree that I had been heading for to complete decorating had already been finished and wrapped in multiple coloured candles, giving the effect of a kaleidoscope. I shake my head quickly when I realise that I've been staring at the tree for a good five minutes. I peer around the Hall, checking that no one was wanting to rush me straight to St Mungo's.
Luckily, it seems everyone else is too engrossed in their food to notice me. I spot Harry sitting on a bench at the Gryffindor table eating some scrambled eggs. I walk over to him and sit down, preparing myself for Harry to launch into a rant about the Slytherin team, but he just smiles and continues eating. A yell comes from the other side of the hall.
"Hey, Charlie! Why aren't you out practising? Oh, wait, we have the pitch not you!!" Draco Malfoy yells a taunt across the hall at me.
"At least we're good enough to be on our team!" I retaliate. Draco scowls and saunters off, his minions, Crabbe and Goyle, following close behind. I snort in disbelief as he shoves past a Ravenclaw fourth year, who stares at Draco, but shakes her head and walks away.

*Time Skip, because I'm lazy and I've got writers block ;)*

I walk into the Great Hall and seat myself down next Hermione who smiles through her forkful of steak and kidney pie.
"Where were you today? I know you were asleep until late morning but you disappeared after that, and I couldn't find Ron or Harry after lunch!" I question Hermione, who looks up at me guiltily,
"Sorry, we are working on this thing and we can't figure out who Nicholas Flamel is." She apologises and something in my memory slots into place.
"Aha! Nicholas Flamel, I'm pretty sure that he is an alchemist, who created the Philosophers Stone!!" I say excitedly, as I see Hermione's eyes light up.
"Of course!!! And isn't he nearing, like, 650 years old? So, he won't exactly be in the recent developments of the wizarding world, now will he??" Hermione laughs in relief. I hurriedly mention the fact that it is quarter to nine at night and that we should probably check the Library tomorrow, simply because Hermione looks like she is about to grab her bag and sprint off to Hogwarts Library to find information on Nicholas Flamel. She laughs awkwardly but nods and polishes off her steak and kidney pie, politely waiting for me to finish a bowlful of tomato and feta pasta.
We head up to our dormitory and fall asleep quickly.

*OOOHH it's Christmas Day at Hogwarts!!*

The next morning I awaken to light filtering through the thin curtains, covering the stained-glass window beside my bed. I roll over and see that, according to my iPad, it is 10:47am. I shriek in surprise and pull myself out of bed, tangling my feet in the soft blue cotton sheets and tripping face first onto Hermione's bed. I hear a chirrup of what sounds like laughter coming from behind me and I turn to see Sphinx delicately covering her nose with a black and white spotted paw. Sadly, Doom isn't bothering with me keeping my dignity and is obviously laughing at my clumsiness. I scowl at him and mutter something about how he is meant to be supportive and kind and not judgemental. I tip some of his food into a tray and slide it in front of him, doing the same with Sphinx's bowl of Purr's "delicious, nutritious" cat meat. I screw my nose up at the stench and quickly evacuate the dormitory, jumping down two stairs at a time.
As I walk into the Gryffindor Common Room, I am greeted with a noticeably off-key chorus of "I wanna wish you a witchy Christmas!", which I quickly join in with. For Christmas, I gave Hermione a bunch of fancy books about spells and a box of Berties All-Flavour Beans, which are quite literally all flavours, ranging from Candied Apple to Vomit. I hand Harry a How to manual on caring for Nimbus 2000's and laugh as we find out that he had given me the exact same thing. Ron was given a box of assorted sweets and as a joke a wind-up spider which he hurls across the room, screaming. I receive a lot of gifts for Christmas, some of which includes:
Cat treats and Gryphon treats from Hermione,
A bronze protective case for my iPad mini also from Hermione,
An awesome diamanté encrusted purple stylus from Harry,
A 20 sickle iWitch card to use on my iPad from Ron,
Multiple boxes of assorted sweets and slices from Hagrid, Ron, Hermione and Harry,
and a navy blue chunky knit sweater with a large C on the front, from Mrs Weasley.
Also from my father I got some amazing black and purple kitten earrings and Jamie gave me an amulet which had a note wrapped with it which read:

Hey Big Sis!
I got you this amulet which allows you to turn into any creature you want, just hold onto it and picture the animal in your mind!
Hopefully you like the presents and have a great rest of the year!
Xx Jamie

I hug my friends and we head out of the Common Room to have an amazing breakfast.

*A/N: I love you all and thank you so much for reading my story!!! Hopefully, you enjoy it and aren't reading it because you are bored ;P Please rate and comment but I'll be updating soon, so ciao for now!!*