Mistletoe Mayhem - Deck the Halls! Jrue + Azrael

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mentions. @Azrael Holloway notes. Merry Christmas! song. Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas by Michael Bublé actions. xx Outfit the Christmas-y Corridors.

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"It's the most, wonderful tiiiime of the yeaaaaaaaar-" Jrue sang to herself happily, shrugging her shoulders as she tied her hair up into a ponytail, whisps of hair falling into her face. She was on her way for a study session with Samantha Jones in the Library, their favorite place to sit and chat together. Now, she was swiftly strolling down the hallway, her velvety red dress bouncing around her hips as she walked.

It was Christmas time! Jrue's favorite part of the year. The warm and bright vibe and the air of joy and splendor made her heart swell, akin to the Grinch, Jrue realized. She had awoken this morning to magical decorations everywhere, boughs of holly and wreaths and strands of colorful streamers were laced around the castle. It reminded her of home, when her and her father would decorate the house together, the long Corridors and study rooms turning green and red and sparkly with glamour. It was even better when her mother would help, and there would be no need for tall ladders or tedious work, thanks to the magic she supplied.

She loved school, but she couldn't wait for break. To head home and see the hills rolling through her window, covered in powders of snow and the smell of mistletoe that her father would hang in each window swirling around the house. Mistletoe... Jrue didn't know the origins of the silly tradition, but the smell and the idea behind it, it was all so whimsical and romantic. Like the kind of thing you'd read in a book, or watch in a silly TV show. She didn't get to watch TV much, but when she did she was enamored by the lovely stories and tales that her father would put on. She knew the trope of Mistletoe being used on unsuspecting victims thanks to her childhood friend Juliet. She'd always told Jrue her funny dreams, wanting to kiss someone passionately under the mistletoe right as Midnight hit on Christmas Eve. She wouldn't admit it to her friend, but Jrue thought it was a lovely thought. A little gross, seeing as they were only 9 at the time, but charming.

The ribbon she'd tied her hair up with was striped red and white. She was definitely in the spirit for the season. Her dorm, God, her dorm was a shiny shimmery Christmas-y wonderland. It was spectacular. She loved it! And now the halls, oh it was just spectacular. Jrue just wanted to tell everyone at home and SHOW everyone at home how wonderful the spirit was here. "Mh!" She said to herself in a sing songy manner, clutching her books and spinning onto the ball of her foot through the hall.

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Mentions: @Jrue Peterson

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Stats + abilities: Stamina: 5
Evasion: 5
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 6
ArcPower: 7
Accuracy: 8
-Terrible presence

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outfit:

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Azrael is NOT a dhampir or a vampire, he's just weird, his skin is sensitive to the sun because he and his family are loners and prefer going out sometimes at night only because it usually means that not a lot of people are around, which has caused his skin to not get used to the sun properly and thus now it gets red and irritated when he's out during the day if he doesn't have any protection from the sun- yes, he's considered unsettling and eerie but it's not his aura, it's his eyes, they're big and owl like and he has a bad habit of accidentally spacing out and staring at people intently when they talk, so people consider him eerie, this was placed here to prevent misunderstandings.

Azrael couldn't believe it was Christmas so soon already, he wants to go home soon so he can spend Christmas with his parents...

His mother thought that they should have fun this year and sent him a sweater to wear... he's not used to wearing things like these, but his blank expression doesn't change- why would it? It would probably have to be something HUGE for Azrael to even consider blinking in surprise.

Still, hopefully he can have a peaceful day today- it's enough with having to deal with his roommates singing Christmas songs all week.

It's not that he didn't like them...he just doesn't like the ruckus they were making for 4 hours straight-

As he walks, he realizes they have already decorated the halls and even the ceiling! He's not used to so much color, so he finds it beautiful.

Which makes a thought appear in the back of his head...the mistletoe, he's heard of it a few times here and there from other students- he's never actually seen one... neither has he dreamt of being under one.

He probably wouldn't care, if anything- he probably wouldn't know what to do if he DID end up under one... hopefully his non-existent instincts don't kick in and he runs away, that would be a surprise for sure.

Still, it's not like one is gonna appear above him, right? Who would he even kiss? He's never kissed anyone before sure he's had the chances to- he just never felt the need for it.

Why would anyone want to smash their lips together? It sounds kind of gross to him, although he wouldn't make a fuss if he had the opportunity to kiss someone again...mostly out of curiosity to see what all the fuss with kissing us about.

It doesn't seem like something as otherworldly as everyone else describes it, but it wouldn't hurt to try, right? Hopefully not.

And so now, as he heads down to the library to study for a bit- he seems to have spaced out...

"The Sun's shadow knows no fear, no dawn. Is the watcher always watched, or simply drawn?" -About Azrael

THE ACTION

Dennis pranced around the corridor singing Christmas carols to himself as he looked for victims. However, he proved to be too obvious as any couples or stragglers saw him coming, saw the twinkle in his eyes, and ran for the hills, clearing a path for him as he made his way through the twists and turns. There had to be someone for him to share the joys of Christmas and passion with! Fortune smiled on Dennis for as he rounded the corner he saw what looked like a beautifully orchestrated train wreck.

A fair way down the hall twirled a girl (Jrue) happily admiring the the Christmas decorations on offer throughout the castle (Str DC 8; 1d20+5=10; PASS). One the opposite end seemed to be a boy (Azrael) completely unaware of his surroundings. It was a clash made in heaven, the movie basically wrote itself! Somehow, the Gryffindor missed the flailing arms of Jrue (Jrue Acc v Azrael Eva; Jrue, 1d20+4=7; Azrael, 1d20+5=19; Azrael avoids Jrue’s twirling arms); however, in a serendipitous display of uncoordination, Azrael still managed to collide quite gently with Jrue, bumping her ever so slightly (Azrael Acc v Jrue Eva; Azrael, 1d20+8=16; Jrue, 1d20+4=6; Azrael still bumps into Jrue).

The time was right as the two came to their senses for Dennis to be the Puck he always knew he could be! Taking shelter behind a coat of arms to avoid the potential for detection, he opened his box of mistletoe. He whispered, “wingardium leviosa” on a mistletoe (WDC 8; 1d20+8=27; PASS). The spell took hold of one of the dusty old mistletoe and, leaving a cloud of debris in its wake, hovered gently above the two students now tangled close together. The bells attached to the mistletoe jingly merrily. It was a scene out of a Christmas movie! Surely, nothing would go wrong as the mistletoe seemed to slowly start to rustle.

THE ROLLS

1. Jrue twirling check: Str DC 8; 1d20+5=10; PASS
2. Jrue twirling into Azrael: Jrue Acc v Azrael Eva
Jrue - 1d20+4=7
Azrael - 1d20+5=19
Result - Azrael avoids Jrue
3. Azrael stumbling into Jrue: Azrael Acc v Jrue Eva
Azrael - 1d20+8=16
Jrue - 1d20+4=6
Result - Azrael still bumps into Jrue
4. Dennis casting Wingardium Leviosa: WDC 8; 1d20+8=27; PASS (I need to pick a new spell he is too good at this one...)
5. Additional Checks (Next round Roll 1d4):
Jrue - Sta DC: 15; 1d20+5=8; FAIL
Azrael - Sta DC: 15; 1d20+5=14; FAIL

OOC INFORMATION

1. Please submit modded actions by the end of your last posts or I will be more creative with the rolls next time...
2. You may make more than one post per round. I will roll the final posts before the due date. Please make your declaration for action on your final post.
3. Moderation will occur every week. The next round will be posted 11 January 2026

@Jrue Peterson@Azrael H0lloway

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mentions. @Azrael Holloway @Dennis Tumberton notes. Merry Christmas! song. Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas by Michael Bublé actions. xx Outfit the Christmas-y Corridors.

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The colorful holiday decked hall blurred past Jrue, greens and reds and browns blurring together with the greys and silvers of the armor and brick that lined the walls. She rocked onto the back of her heel, arms splayed in the air...

...right as she plowed into an unknown body wandering down the hallway. She let out a squeaky yelp, her balance being messed up from the spinning as she planted her heels on the ground firmly. Jrue closed her eyes, head spinning from the velocitization of her twirling down the hallway. Hands still held out in an act to keep herself from hurling, she pointed one finger, swallowing softly. "One second-" She panted, her head still swirling and numerous pokes and prods jumping up and down her arms.

When she opened her eyes, Medium length curled hair, albeit messed up now, bobbled on her shoulders, still wobbling perhaps a bit too much for her own comfort. In front of her was the lanky figure of her friend Azrael, his own dark, swept aside locks tousled by the kerfuffle. She let out a puff of air, smiling through the nausea. "Az!" spoke in a sing-song manner, delighted by the sight of her friend. He was wearing a dark, albeit whimsical and holiday appropriate sweater. Suiting... She thought to herself, tucking a strand of her thick hair behind her ear.

She gazed back up at his face, letting out a tired chuckle. "I think of all the times I've talked to you, there's been maybe one instance we haven't plowed into each other?" Jrue spoke, the Scottish twang in her voice poking out at her comrade. She tucked her wand, which had been nestled in the pocket of her red dress, down into her leather bag, the huffing and puffing from the near death experience gone now. She closed the latch, sighing again as she looked at him a milisecond later. The hesitant light from the sun was peeking inside the window that rested on the wall, dappling across the floor. Jrue gazed at it, the soft shadow of falling snow filling her view, like the little stars that dappled her own eyes during her motion sickness. "Look! It truly is Christmas-" She smiled with pursed lips, eyes fixed on the joyful snowfall that occured just beside them.

Jrue was completely unaware of the lurking chaos causer that watched her interaction with her companion, the splendid thoughts of the Holiday and the splendid feeling her Friend supplied her trumping the paranoia anyone could invoke. She tapped the heel of her foot on the toe of Azrael's boot, letting out another amused laugh. "Perhaps the Christmas spirit just got you all caught up in the moment-" She crossed her arms, tilting her head to the side and smiling with crinkled eyes at him.

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Mentions: @Dennis Tumberton@Jrue Peterson

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Stats + abilities: Stamina: 5
Evasion: 5
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 6
ArcPower: 7
Accuracy: 8
-Terrible presence

Azrael finally blinked for the first time since walking all the way over there- it was incredibly rare to catch him doing it...it's getting to the point where people are starting to suspect that he doesn't blink on purpose to creep people out.

Still, it wouldn't be strange of him to do so ...he's already known for acting creepy when he wants to be left alone- so the blinking theory wouldn't be far off.

He's actually never crashed into anyone either... he's always quiet, careful and very observant- so this is a first...he's never actually been this close to anyone BUT his parents...after all, he's not exactly big on hugs..or...well, anything else for that matter, still- he doesn't seem bothered by it...so maybe he straight up just doesn't care.
_____________________••____________________§- "... apologies, Jrue, it wasn't my intention to bump into you."
_____________________••____________________he finally spoke up, face going back to it's usual blank expression as he tried to step backwards and out of jrue's personal space...

It was strangely quiet, and quite peaceful too- any other day and Azrael would be taking a nap somewhere in a dark corner of whatever room had this same atmosphere...but right now? He doesn't want to leave, at least not while Jrue is talking to him...he considers it to be quite rude to just get up and leave while your friend is speaking.

Especially if you accidentally bumped into her...

But he suddenly stopped, nose twitching slightly as he sniffed the air...is something dusty? It smells like it, as if something old and worn out had been pulled out of the deepest pits of the forbidden forest...

What could it be? Is it maybe his clothes? They didn't smell like that when he put them on...so maybe it's just the air around? Maybe.

He gently took a hold of jrue's wrist, trying the untangle his sweater from jrue's outfit- he didn't even notice he looked like he was genuinely trying to grab her hand...he's just dense like that sometime- his sweater had caught on jrue's outfit, and so he was trying to untangle it...

And so while he's Concentrated in stepping back without tripping- he doesn't notice what's about to happen, or what exactly smells like dust...

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Actions: trying to step back without accidentally tripping from the awkward position they're in

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mentions. @Azrael Holloway @Dennis Tumberton notes. Merry Christmas! song. Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas by Michael Bublé actions. Reaching for her wand, stumbling and teetering backwards, breathing in/realizing the mistletoe and dust exist Outfit the Christmas-y Corridors.

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Jrue's dear friend looked embarrassed to have ran into her. This shocked her, having thought the two were comfortable with one another at this point. She chuckled softly, her voice warm and buttery as she threw her head back. She leaned forward and looked at her friend again. "Don't even worry about, it Az!' Jrue hummed quietly, watching his concerned expression.

That's when she caught a whiff of something. It was musty, like an old desk in an undiscovered Hogwarts classroom, or an attic in a vintage Scottish house. Much alike her grandmothers, she thought. It startled her, her eyes darting down at the ground below her, then back at the snowy window, at Azrael, in search for the smell, then lastly, up.

The light of the mistletoe popped into her eyes. Little particles of dust sprinkled about in the air above them, sparkling like glitter. Jrue's mouth snapped shut, a lump forming in her throat and stopping her from saying something-- anything-- to her friend. The shimmery fruits and the stark green leaves fluttered in the air, and Miss. Peterson's eyes snapped to the ground right as she saw it. Had Azrael seen it?

She flicked her eyes up to see the boy's sweater tangled to her dress. His pale hand was reaching toward her own, and he embraced it, her fingers cool against his skin. She squeaked, curled back hair falling out of place and in front of her ears. With her other hand, she pulled the right side of it back behind her ear and looked up at Az, realizing they were awkwardly close. He had to know the mistletoe was there, right? Why else would he be reaching for her hands? The awkwardness of the situation caused her skin to flush, eyes shimmering and sparkling despite the darkness of their gray appearance as she looked down then up at Azrael's face again. "Az, what are you- doing?" She stammered before speaking the last word, watching her friend move awkwardly backwards then forwards, feeling her own skin tense up. She reached for her satchel slowly with her free hand, fumbling with the clasp.

The feeling of her hand on his was growing more and more natural. Not in a particularly bad way, she realized. Although it was startling that it was there. The only time a boy had held her hand was when she was seven, and her classmate, sweet sweet Llewellyn, walked her to the office when she scraped her elbow. This, was completely different, however. It was more awkward, like he didn't know what he was doing. Perhaps he was trying to hold her hand but missed? The way he had grabbed it was more uncomfortable and far too low, so perhaps that wasn't the case.

Her attempted grasp for her wand was slow- Why wasn't the clasp opening? It felt glued shut, or perhaps she was so nervous and trying to fix the situation her brain and phalanges were having a hard time working together. Her breath shuttered as her eyes flicked towards her satchel then back up, causing her to stumble backwards a bit and wobbling in her spot. This was a mess! Like something out of a book. Had someone planned this? Had a Slytherin slipped Beffuddlement potion in her glass of milk this morning? Or perhaps Fatiguing Infusion on her pillow-- She had no clue! Which off set her even more than if Azrael had simply stated his intentions. Her eyes snapped around nervously, finally landing on his lips, then realizing where her eyes stopped looking over at the window. She stammered out another sentence to try and alleviate the situation; "Have you been out in the snow? It's pretty cold, right?" She mentally face palmed, closing her mouth for good.

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Dennis was outright incensed. Mistletoe means romance. Why weren’t they romance yet? It played perfectly in his mind! They smashed into each other and see the mistletoe, then, overcome with romance, they kiss! However, the pairing seemed to be coughing from the dust (Last round, FAIL = Infected with Spattergoit; Jrue 1d4=1; Azrael 1d4=2), hopefully there wasn’t anything contagious on that mistletoe! Dennis would never live down he guilt if he was the cause of them getting sick!

All was not lost though! Azrael, looking as though he smelled something truly rank, tried his best to untangle himself from Jrue’s clothing. Having successfully accomplished the feat (WDC= 13; Azrael 1d20+6= 21; PASS) with flying colors, Dennis thought now would be the moment for the romance! His hope was once again shattered when Jrue, instead of being overcome with romance, struggled to get her wand free and free at last it was (Str DC =13; Jrue 1d20+5=13; PASS)! The struggle, though, sent her tumbling backwards as she tried to gain distance from both the mistletoe and Azrael. Dennis almost lost focus of his spell, almost winced from the anticipated fall, but the Hufflepuff boy in a singular and extraordinary show of agility, already having her by the wrist (Acc v Eva; Azrael 1d20+8=23; Jrue 1d20+4=16; Azrael grabs her wrist), caught the lady before she fell, nestled in his arms (Acc v Eva; Azrael 1d20+8=21; Jrue 1d20+4=18; Azrael catches Jrue). Wow, Dennis thought, real romance is real!

Meanwhile, the mistletoe shook more, having lost the dander, the bells rang with urgency, the sound still sweetly singing through the hallway. Was it Dennis growing impatient or was something else about to wake up from the mistletoe!

THE ROLLS

1. Infection Rate Checks (1d4 for number of days before symptoms present):
Jrue - 1d4= 1
Azrael - 1d4=2
Congratulations! You have Spattergoit! Information can be found at the bottom of this post.

2. Wake Up Check: Dennis Acc v Eva
Dennis - 1d20+10=24
Check - 1d20+15 = 28
Dennis fails.

3. Azrael to untangle (WDC= 13)
Azrael 1d20+6= 21; PASS

4. Jrue to draw her wand (Str DC 13)
Jrue - 1d20+5=13; PASS

5. Azrael to grab Jrue's wrist: Acc v Eva
Azrael 1d20+8=23
Jrue 1d20+4=16
Azrael grabs her wrist

6. Azrael to catch a falling Jrue (Acc v Eva)
Azrael 1d20+8=21
Jrue 1d20+4=18
Azrael catches Jrue

OOC INFORMATION

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2. You may make more than one post per round. I will roll the final posts before the due date. Please make your declaration for action on your final post.
3. Moderation will occur every week. The next round will be posted 18 January 2026

@Jrue Peterson@Azrael H0lloway

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

You have Spattergoit. You may read the information that follows here or visit Magical Maladies to learn more.
Spattergoit

Description: Spattergoit is a highly contagious airborne magical disease caused by the inhalation of spores from a microscopic magical fungus. It spreads rapidly, especially in crowded or poorly ventilated magical environments, making early detection and containment critical.

The person who caught this disease would show symptoms of high-grade fever, purple pustules formation the face, and fatigue. Spattergoit is fast-progressing, and vulnerable populations, including children, the elderly, and those with weakened magical cores, are especially at risk for complications. The severe cases of this disease could lead to the inability to talk when the disease infects the uvula, memory loss when it reaches the brain, and the blisters can cause scarring.

Treatment: There is a famous traditional treatment for this disease, which requires the binding of a toad's liver around the victim's throat. Then they should stand naked by the full moon in a barrel of eels' eyes. However, this is not a proven treatment. It is highly suggested to bring the affected person to the hospital as soon as possible, as this case needs to be isolated. They would be given symptomatic treatment like Grand Pepperup Potions to quickly reduce the fever, as well as antifungal treatment to eradicate the cause of the disease.

The people who treat the affected person should wear protective gear like a face mask or Bubblehead Charm since the disease is airborne.

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Mentions: @ Jrue peterson@Dennis Tumberton

Azrael didn't respond as he slowly tilted his head to look up...he KNEW something was dusty.

So now finally, he spotted the mistletoe over the two of them...it looks pretty old, so clearly it had been stuffed somewhere for a while.

Azrael has been told stories about what people do under mistletoes, about how you have to kiss whoever you're under the mistletoe with...his mother told him his father and her did it once during their school years.

Of course, it was unfortunately during a public event so they ended up hating their experience since everyone started cooing the second they kissed...and, well...they hate attention the same way Azrael hates it.

Still- Azrael doesn't think there's anyone else around...apart from a boy staring at them from a few feet away from them...by now, Azrael was sure this must be some kind of prank-

It didn't seem like it though... especially with the sudden air of anticipation around them.

Now, one thing Azrael is well known for is for the fact that he's incredibly blunt with both his words and actions....so when he deems something must be done, it is done by him without a second thought.

Of course, he's not reckless- so whatever he wants to do is usually something he understands- so he doesn't have to think about what he wants to do more than once.

And BECAUSE of he bluntness he straight up decided to just kiss Jrue, because why not? The mistletoe was up there, wasn't it? It would be pretty awkward to just walk away and leave it hanging there.

He literally did it out of nowhere, not even giving Jrue time to react- it was like something had suddenly possessed him to just do it, but we all know nothing did and that's just how he is, unfortunately (or fortunately? We'll never know).

Slowly, as he pulled back after a few seconds into the kiss, he simply blinked up at Jrue, not really saying anything as he stared blankly- pupils surprisingly big and eyes wider than usual...

What now? He has no idea.

His mother only told him about the kissing part... whatever is next? Not really, she just trailed off about another story and never actually told him what to do after the kiss.

Should he apologize for the suddenness of it? Should he distract her by pointing at something and then running away? Or should he just stay there and wait for he to assimilate what just happened?
_____________________••____________________§- "... apologies, Jrue."
____________________••_____________________He suddenly said, still unsure on what to do but hoping she didn't hate him now.

He wouldn't blame her if she did, it WAS pretty sudden after all.

Still, all he can do for now is wait for her reaction.

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mentions. @Azrael Holloway @Dennis Tumberton notes. Merry Christmas! song. Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas by Michael Bublé actions. Not much. Her wand is rolling away? Flirting a bit- Idk I was gonna use the wand bit the kiss happened lols Outfit the Christmas-y Corridors.

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Something about the occasion was just spectacularly funny to Jrue. She wasn’t sure what. It may have been the awkward and unstableness of the two, stumbling and tripping since they’d run into each other. Or it was the lingering feeling of Christmas and wonder that hung in the air. She fished her grayish white wand out of her bag, snapping the clasp shy again. Jrue clutched her wand in the palm of her hand, uncomfortably shifting as she stood up an inch straighter.

The sweet girl cleared her throat, licking her lips before she spoke with her purr of a voice. “It’s.. lovely to run into you-“ A soft and serene smile lacing itself on her face. She gazed up at the mistletoe, pointing at it with a trembling hand and blinking back at the boy. “Although-“ she hummed, “perhaps it’s not a total coincidence… it seems we have an ulterior motive- or rather-“ She had no time to speak again before her friend leaned over and planted a delicate kiss upon her lips.

Jrue gasped with a hesitant breath, her lashes fluttering closed and open again as she gazed at him. He looked not embarrassed, like he knew what he had done. It was surprising to her. She thought the two were just friends- they were just friends, right? Had she not pointed out the mistletoe herself would he have acted upon her? She covered her mouth with her blue-painted fingers, a squeak escaping as she did so and her wand cluttering to the ground. She didn’t break eye contact with the boy, swallowing as she eyed him. “Azrael- you just-“ -kissed me. He kissed me.

This was all new to her, and surprising to her too. Had she not just been thinking about kissing but a moment before she ran into him? It was all humorous. With her hand covering her mouth and her wand rolling and hitting the toe of her shoe silently, she laughed. It was a brief laugh, not very loud, but one that made her shoulders quiver and her hair bob atop her shoulders. Her eyes were closed and her head pointed down, a second soft laugh escaping her lips.

"I'm- sorry-" She giggled again, holding her hand to her mouth to silence herself. She closed the gap between her feet by sliding them together, her dress resting around her legs easily. She opened her eyes, one hand still resting on her mouth and her right around her waist. "A, um... very interesting Christmas gift to give to someone-" She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows at him, her nose and ears tinged a warm rose color. She gazed at the boy, the embarrassment of the situation stunning and silencing her for once in her life.

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