𝘼 𝙃𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝘿𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 - HP OC

Year I Part VII | A Happy Christmas

☆★☆ 

Arlo was the first to rip off the paper from his pile of gifts that sat underneath the Christmas tree. I could tell our mother had packed it full of his favorite sweets — her gift-wrapping style was prominent.

'Thanks, mum,' he gleamed.

Paper and gift bows littered the living space now. My heap of gifts lay beside me, and Soren sat next to his. Our parents were rather generous this year. We both received new clothes, new books, and enough sweets to last us through the rest of the year at school.

'Happy Christmas,' our mother smiled. 'Would anyone like eggnog?'

We all clamored together and she rushed to the kitchen, her sweet laugh fading with her.

'I hope everyone likes their gifts this year,' our father smiled warmly.

'We always do,' Soren assured him.

Father stood up from his chair and paced in his place.

'It seems like I'm forgetting something,' he grinned his mischievous grin. Of course he'd be up to something.

'What's that?'

Without a word, he left the room and went into his study. When he returned, he came back with two abnormally large packages wrapped in brown paper. He handed them to Soren and I. We didn't know what to say.

'Well go on, are you going to open them?'

Soren and I began to open them simultaneously.

'My good friend that works in the Quidditch shop in Diagon Alley showed me the new collection a bit early. Figured you two could get a head start for next year.'

After the paper was off of the gift, I could see a dark black handle showing through. On the top of it, I could read out Nimbus 2001 in silver calligraphy. The design was absolutely brilliant. It was made of sleek, dark wood and the straw of the broom was also black with yellow tips. Bright, silver stirrups stuck out of the side. Somehow our father's wit had landed my brother and I with two unreleased racing brooms.

Happy Christmas, indeed.

'Father, I, well we—'

'Thank you,' I said, completely exasperated.

'Just think of it as a supply for school,' he smiled.

We wanted to try them out as soon as we held them in our hand, but because we lived in the city, we knew we couldn't. And since we weren't allowed our own brooms at school until Second Year, this means we at least had to wait until next summer.

Mother came back into the living space with a tray filled with cups of eggnog, admiring the stunt our father pulled for the last minute Christmas gifts.

Breakfast came after my siblings and I cleaned up the mess. Aunt Cordelia helped our mother with the cooking, going on and on about the dragons she was helping in other countries, and mother was explaining her ways of taking care of the various magical creatures; more calmly than our aunt of course.

Cousin Arran missed the Christmas festivities because he slept in late. He sat down and joined us, moving the mess of his hair out of his face.

'Did you two like the brooms your father got you?' He asked us.

'How did you know about them?' Soren asked, shoving sausage into his mouth.

'It was my idea, of course,' he said. 'Well, suggestion, I should say.'

All of us continued with breakfast and conversation. I looked outside and saw that snow was steadily falling and I couldn't help but notice Rudy and Arya sitting on their perches, staring at us.