The 25 Days Of Christmas: Professor Layton

December Eighth, Clive

I had NO idea what to get my Secret Santa person.

When I stuck my hand into the card holder, I didn't know who I wanted.

But I couldn't believe who I got.

Foliis.

Foliis would NEVER be direct about what she wanted for Christmas, so I decided to sneak into her room while she was hanging out at the Professor's office.

Her door was locked with a sliding puzzle, but I had it solved within moments. I ducked inside.

There was an open notebook on her bedside table. I picked it up and looked at a page.

I paused. Foliis would kill me if she found out about this. Maybe I shouldn't.

But then I figured that Foliis was worth the risk.

I observed the page. It was filled with words, barely any space not occupied. The letters started out neat, but they eventually slurred together like she had been drinking too much coffee. Which, I will tell you, is ironic, because Foliis hates coffee. She, much like the rest of Team Layton, strongly prefers tea.

I began reading the page. What I could read, anyway:

Oh, that cutie. The adorableness of blue sitting on top of his head, the spike to that hair, and that sweet little tie. I just want to do puzzles instead of school, battles of wits, because those are more fun. Sweetie pi....

There the letters blurred into scribbles, unreadable gibberish.

I saw a little sketch in the margins of her paper. She was leaning in to kiss someone, but that was not yet sketched. Most likely the next thing for her to draw during class when boredom struck.

Then, an idea clicked in my head. I put down the notebook as I found it. I ran out of the room. Maybe sneaking in here had its perks, because I knew exactly what I was getting Foliis for Christmas.