(18) Willow's Thorn: The Magic of Christmas (Part 1)

Yes, it's another multi-parter, but the thing is, I want to get this out, but as a licensed procrastinator I haven't finished it. As its already ass-long (O_o eh?) I'll just post what I've written.
Okay. Whatever. -_- zzz (yeah, I'm really tired. My dad woke me up half an hour early, and I'd only gone to bed 2 or 3 hours beforehand)
Okay, so it was only a kiss on the cheek, but a kiss is a kiss, right?
And it was near his mouth...
Whatever.
Once I had kissed him, I walked back across the room, half-hoping he would grab my hand, stop me and kiss me back, like in one of those cheesy old black and white movies.
To my surprise, he did.
Sort of.
He grabbed my hand and hugged me back tightly, as though he was afraid I might float away if he didn't weigh me down.
It was a bizarre feeling. I hadn't been hugged like that for ages. Not since last Christmas, actually. Not that my mother didn't ever hug me, she did, but more of a reassurance for me, compared to a reassurance for her that I was still there. I felt so happy, yet sad at the same time. I felt a prickling in my eyes, the promise of tears. I blinked furiously to stop them, but one still escaped, trailing down my cheek.
Only to be wiped away by Harry. I smiled sadly.
"Everything's going to be okay..." he whispered. Then, he kissed me back! On the cheek, okay, but still...
I would have said something to him about him stealing my lines, but I was too happy, and I didn't want to break the mood. Honest.
"Shall we, um, go downstairs?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah. I mean, we can't stay up here all day, can we?"
Unfortunately, as soon as I got to the top of the stairs, I couldn't bring myself to go down. Stupid really, considering it had been my idea in the first place.
"I can't do it!" I said in disbelief.
"Yes you can." Harry said. "Just take it slowly." I looked at him anxiously. I started to babble random things about not being able to feel my legs and maybe they weren't working, or I'd been hexed unexpectedly. Then, without a word, he took my hand and led me downstairs. It was amazing. That single touch gave me the strength to go downstairs and face my weakness.
Once we were downstairs, though, Harry seemed reluctant to let go of my hand and led me into the living room. I wonderif he's actually enjoying it... or maybe he just wants to make sure I won't run away.
We sat down in the corner with Ron and Hermione. Herm smirked when she saw our 'held hands', which made me blush furiously and I let go. I hissed at her that if she kept smirking like that, she'd turn into Malfoy. She rolled her eyes and started to do her "you like him" song and dance, mouthing the words at me. This was enough to make me grab my wand and Charm a nearby decoration into a ferret shape, and stuck it to her head with a sticking charm.
At least I managed to use t'internet before school.
That was December 20th. It's now Christmas Eve at midnight, and I'm still smiling.
Wail. I can hear something tapping. The window!
I can just make out an owl, and it's holding something in its beak.
It was a present! Does it count as Christmas Day yet? I mean, it's gone midnight...
Oh, who cares?
It's SO cool! It's a necklace! It looks really nice. Its got what I'm guessing is a black opal at the center, and four runes on the front. Did I mention it's a locket? The back has a feather engraved onto it.
The runes don't seem to spell anything. There's a 'W', a 'T', and 'R' and a 'B'. I'm guessing the 'RB' is my initials, but I have no idea what 'WT' could mean. Unless it's the actual runes, but I can't remember the meanings....
I know! I know! ^_^
Aha. I looked them up in my book. They are Wynn and Tir. Wynn means 'joy' and is used for success, joy and winning. So far so good, ne?
Tir seems interesting. It means 'star' and is used "for winning where competition is fierce." which seems a bit worrying. It doesn't sound like your typical "good luck" charm, like for exams and Quidditch and stuff.
Okay, so I've put the locket on now, and strange things have started to happen. As soon as the silver charm came to rest on my shoulders, the whole thing flashed green.
That's a bit worrying, huh?
Well, it can't be cursed. I mean, it's from Dumbledore! I didn't tell you that, did I?
Well, I'm not sure if it really is, because it doesn't seem to be signed. I recognise the handwriting though. Oh, sorry. Attatched to the loocket was a note. It explained why I couldn't open it (something I ha noticed not long before reading it.). The note said that it could only be opened at certian times. Fair enough, magical items tend to be like that.
Ack. Wierder things have happened.
At around dawn, I was still awake, too excited to sleep. I was sat on the window sill of our room when I noticed I was sharing it with a pot plant. Which was dead.
Feeling sorry for the plant, I prodded at the soil around its stem to check the moisture. It was bone dry! But before I could go and get some water, it had suddenly re-grown, re-greened and re-blossomed! The creepy thing was, wherever I moved to, the flowerheads turned in the same direction, as if they were watching me.
I think it's the necklace.
Oh yes! I have a magical-power-bestowing necklace! Woot!
I can do other things too. I can open and close my trunk without touching it, I can make my bed, and I can dust things, just by THINKING it.
The power seems to be a bit restricted though. It seems that I can only change things that are natural. No plastic, no man-made materials, no synthetic fibres. Luckily for me, I'm a green, eco-friendly sort of person, and most of my stuff is entirely natural! Mwahaha. I have the power! Bam. Bam. Bam, bam bam! Eheh.
The "bam bam bam" is supposed to be the music from the song with the same words in.
Oops, I sang that out loud. Quite loud in fact. People are awake now.
Ginny and Hermione don't look too happy. I think I'll make the peace by giving them their presents.
They're even angrier. Well, I suppose that's allowed. I threw their presents at them. Not so bad for Ginny, who I got a black-and-white-striped skinny scarf and a pair of angel wing earrings, but Hermione's present was a rather heavy, old book (and thus, expensive) that she had been griping for a few months ago. Even worse, it landed on her face.
I've decided to take refuge in the boys' room. Using my new necklace to make myself invisible, of course. I'm not entirely sure how to do it though, so I think it's just the same as a disillusionment cham. Possibly.
I want a skinny scarf. Maybe I'll knit one. Actually, I wouldn't mind the earrings...Oh, and pay attention to Hermione's present. It COULD be important.
Oh well, I may as well hand out the rest of the presents.
I summoned the pressies out of thin air (well, from our room) and began to hand them out. I dropped Harry's first. It was two presents. The first was one of my t-shirts, personalised with 'witty' Quidditch puns, slogans and jokes, mainly circling around seekers and snitches. The other was a sort of photo-frame-slash-tv-screen. It came with a detatchable sort of camera, and the pictures appear in the frame. Feeling mischevous, I dropped it on his face before moving away quickly, forgetting I was invisible.
Harry sat up abruptly, clawing at the present on his face. He looked around, trying to see who dropped it. I hoped my charm was working, and it seems to me that it did. I suppose that the presents must have been invisible too, because he didn't seem to be able to see a relatively large stack of presents floating in mid air.
I'm gonna keep pausing. Mainly so I can spout random comments, but also so that my friend Andrea can read it. She has a problem with reading large amounts of text on a PC.
I dropped Ron's present next, also in his face. His was a shirt (also made by me) and a Chudley Cannons miniature team. All the players fly around like the real thing, which made it a nightmare to wrap. He too, looked around for the culprit, but saw nothing except for Harry, who gave him a confused look.
Fred and George were harder to choose for. They both had t-shirts which ranged through some more 'witty' slogans such as "I'm with stupid" and an arrow which would always follow the other twin. There was also a Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes design, like a staff uniform, and one of my favourites, which said "If you can read this you are obviously much more intelligent than you look!". Then, since I had got everyone else two presents, I gave them a prank (well, it looked like a box of Chocolate Frogs, but it would actually spray their faces with semi-permanent paint in various floruescent colours) and as a joke, gift tokens for their own shop.
By now, everyone was looking thoroughly confused and just a little bit worried.
"Well, if you don't want the presents, I can always take them back!" I said to them. They all jumped and looked around for the source of my voice, obviously recognising it. I walked out through the door, un-invisible-ising myself as I left. I waved as I turned the corner, laughing at their stunned faces.
I do like these t-shirts. Especially Fred and George's.
I poked my head around the door frame to our room to check if it was safe to go in. Hermione was sat on her bed, avidly reading the book with a studious look on her face. Meanwhile, Ginny was parading around in front of the mirror, trying various outfits on with the scarf and earrings.
"You can use it as a belt, too." I told her. She smiled at me, took it off and quickly started threading it through her belt-loops. "Enjoying the book, 'Mione?" I asked. Hermione nodded briefly and mumbled something. "Eh?" I said to her. It did annoy me slightly when the person with the best annunciation out of all of us couldn't be bothered to display her skills (In English: "it annoyed me slightly when the person with the poshest voice was being lazy, which meant I had to work to figure out what she was saying." Okay, I think that made less sense than the first time round.).
"I said, thank you for the book, it is just what I wan-ted!" she said, loudly, slowly and clearly. As she raised her head to say this, I noticed with a pang of guilt that there was quite a large bruise forming across her nose and forehead. I winced and backed out of the room, deciding to see how the boys were doing with their presents. I arrived just in time to see Fred and George opening their boxes of Chocolate Frogs.
Well, that's all that my procrastinator-y self will allow for teh mo.
Look out for part 2! It's particularly DRAMATIC!!!!
(and the end of all the soppiness as we know it >=D)
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