Ash Craven
January 30, 2005 3:17 PM
Not so Merry Christmas by Ash Craven
OOC - Not being great with dates, I'm not sure if midterm was meant to be finished by now, but as the 'midterm is over' post hadn't reappeared, I figured it would be ok to go with it... Hope that's cool.BIC
'Hang them up anyway.' That had been their mother's advice re stockings when they'd written to ask if they could stay at Sonora for Christmas. They were curious to see what it was like, even though it would be rather odd spending it away from their family (or rather, their family's cooking).
"Night," grinned Ash, as he and Sorrel made their ways to their respective rooms. "See you on Christmas Day!" His voice carried a very definite note of excitement.
"See ya," echoed Sorrel, "Night."
They went upstairs, changed into their pajamas and gave their teeth a very quick brush, before each of them jumped into bed, hanging a long, slightly itchy woolen stocking from the foot of it.
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Back in California, Mrs. Craven stood over two stockings, identical to the ones hanging from the ends of her children's beds, the only difference being that these were full. She could have sent them by post, but this way was so much more exciting. She began a complicated wand movement over the stockings, chanting under her breath. It was like apparating, but for objects. The ones in the stockings disappeared. Meanwhile, at Sonora, had anyone been awake to see Sorrel or Ash's stocking, they would have noticed it beginning to wriggle and plump out, a series of bumpy shapes bulking it out.
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"Holy-" gasped Ash as he woke up and crawled to the foot of his bed. "How did...?" His sleepy eyes filled with delight as he kicked off the covers and leapt out of bed, snatching his stocking from the foot of it as he hurtled down the stairs.
"SORREL!!!" he screamed, practically at the top of his lungs, running for her corridor. "Sorrel, have you- OOF!" He landed heavily back on the floor. "Are you kidding me?" he yelled at the air, "It's CHRISTMAS!" He got up, running at her corridor again, as if his pointing out of the date should have made a difference to it. In his opinion, it should have. The corridor disagreed. "What?" he yelled, kicking at the wall, "You're kidding me?!" He flopped down on the floor at the end of the corridor, crossing his arms and sulking. He and Sorrie always opened their stockings together, first thing. The damn seperation rule had ruined Christmas. \n\n
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