Earl glanced out his bedroom window at the glistening snow below him. It was the first time staying at Sonora for the midterm and therefore this was the first time he had ever seen snow. His Dad never took the family on vacations unless it was to a relatives house. And though his one of his aunts did live in a snowy area, she always had her property wiped clean of snow and magically supplied with fresh flowers.
Throwing on his jacket (an old leather one his brother left behind) he headed downstairs, intent on wandering aimlessly in the snow for the rest of the morning. He had spent the first few days of break indoors enjoying the lack of people and teaching himself various warming spells.
All thoughts of his wanderings changed when he jumped the last two steps and landed in the common room to find Nicoletta sitting there. Wandering aimlessly in the snow would be a lot more fun with Nic to keep him warm.
He sidled into the seat next to her and whispered in her ear, "How bout you and I go get lost in the labyrinth?"
Nicoletta was thankful for the peace and quiet in the Common room that came from nearly everyone going home for the holidays, because it provided an air of concentration. Given the letter that she was writing, trying to write, she was certainly in need of it. She chewed on the end of the quill in anxiousness. How did one write a letter to someone that they never met, but could be important? After all, this was the woman that her grandfather had been sighing over. She had to be significant in some way, right? So far, she had managed:
Isabella,
You don't know me, but you might know my grandfather, Georges Dupree.
She thought that was a good start, but where did she go from there? How did she bring up asking who the woman was and tell about herself, as well as include the fact that she didn't want anyone to find out about the letter? Giving a sigh, she was about to try writing a few more sentences when she felt somebody next to her.
'How bout you and I go get lost in the labyrinth?'
A light smile grazed her lips. She knew that voice well. Earl. Playfully, she shoved him away with a laugh. She quickly rearranged her papers to hide the letter. It wasn't that she didn't want Earl to see the letter, but it wasn't something she really wanted to talk about, as it would put a damper on the already brightened mood. “The gardens are closed for maintenance. I was out there a couple days ago.” After she said it, her eyes glanced at the charm bracelet. She felt slightly guilty for wearing it around Earl, but she and Earl weren't serious and it was just a gift from a friend, but still...Shaking off the feeling, grinning, she said, trying to temp him, “There's a skating rink. It could be fun.”
Earl ignored the shuffling of papers in favor of the slight smile on Nic's lips when he spoke. It was much more interesting. But a frown crossed his own lips when she mentioned that the gardens were closed. In the middle of thinking where else to go to be alone, Nic spoke of an ice skating rink. Earl hesitated. He'd never ice skated before in his life and embarrassing himself in front of Nic was not on his to-do list today.
"Skating? I'm not really into that...Earl started. He stood up and grabbed her hand, trying to pull her off the chair. "C'mon, let's go to the library or something...get lost in some dusty, old books and whatnot." He tried getting her to come with him when he noticed the bracelet on her arm.
"Hey, nice cat...early Christmas present?" He said and then dropped her hand. The thought of Christmas presents loomed in front of him, in specific reference to the girl before him. Are he and Nic in a place where they would be exchanging presents? She hadn't mentioned anything before and Earl wasn't going to mention it.
Her brows furrowed in disappointment when Earl said he wasn't into skating. She didn't get much chance to respond though before he was tugging her off the chair, but just as quickly he released her hand with the mention of the bracelet. “Um, yeah. It was a gift from-” Nicoletta started to say, then stopped and abruptly changed the subject. “I'll be right back.” She picked up her things. “I'm going to run this stuff up to the dorm.”
Quickly sprinting up to her room. She put the papers into one of her drawers. On the desk sat one of the presents she had wrapped the other day. Nicoletta picked up the one in the red paper with a silver bow. It was a thin package and written carefully was 'To: Earl.' Should she give it to him now? She would probably see him on Christmas, but there was something about seeing presents when one woke up and she wouldn't be able to take it to the boys' dorm. Grabbing it and her coat, she headed back down the stairs.
Back in the Common room, she kept the present hidden under her coat. Standing in front of him, she tentatively gave him the gift. Hurriedly, she stated, “I know we didn't say anything about exchanging gifts, but I wanted to get you something. It's not much, but I hope you like it. Oh, and you can't open it until Christmas.” She gave a cheeky smile at the last part.
“So, about that ice skating...” she began, her rose-colored lips forming a pout. “You have your coat. I have mine.” She held up hers. “And afterwards, we'll be all cold and need to warm up...” Her voice trailed off, letting his imagination do the work even though she was thinking more along the lines of hot chocolate.
Earl sighed as he waited for Nic to come back down the staircase, thinking that she could've just left her things there. Who was going to take her papers?
When Nic returned, Earl felt like she was hiding something, and he turned out to be correct when Nic produced a small wrapped box. Earl hesitated and then took it slowly from Nic's hand. He was just pulling the silver bow when Nic said he couldn't open it until Christmas. He sighed and slipped the box into his jacket pocket. "Whatever you say, Nic." He gave her a smile, but inside he was wondering what to get her now. Maybe another drawing? He had no imagination for these things.
He was drawn out of gift thought when Nic brought the conversation back to ice skating. 'Nic, I told y--" he stopped when he registered what she said about warming up, and a grin spread across his face.
"Well, when you put it that way, skating sounds pretty fun. Lead the way, Nic."