ic notes and random gab

All right, y'all, be honest with me - this tree is the best, ain't it?



See, it's got the perfect hat on top and a lasso around it. Can't get any better than that.

It goes perfectly with the horseshoe tree.

An' remember - no harrassin' when at my bar. Ladies an' gents, if anyone won't take 'no' for an answer, y'all let me know. As a statesman always says - Manners Maketh Man. (An' I'll show 'em the manners their mama shoulda taught 'em.)

It has been years since I've truly had a chance to enjoy the Christmas season, and I am finding I quite enjoy the seasonal hustle and bustle.

For those I haven't had a chance to meet yet, I am Mycroft Holmes.

[Shortly after the announcement of the winners of the tree decorating contest, a Howler arrives for Al Potter. It just chants "Go Go Gryffindor" for about ten minutes before destroying itself as a Howler does. Yes, he did have it prepared ahead of time.]

I think we should take Stiles and Lydia to the Christmas events tonight.

I don't get why everyone is making a big deal about Christmas.

I hope you will all come out to see my skating competition! I hope you all decide to compete, too. It's a lot of cash prize money to win.

I'm also doing an exhibition skate before I announce the winners for your viewing pleasure, complete with my signature quad flip.

Yuuri! You're entering, right?!

I want to go to the festivals!

Hand-written note delivered to Jamie’s home by Zorby the house-elf

Dear Mr Potter,

I wanted to write to thank you for your very kind donations to the Cauldron Society. They will be delivered to magical children and young people with a particular interest in potions for Christmas. Your involvement will, as I suspect you prefer, remain entirely private, but I hope that you do not mind this expression of appreciation. I did not want your contribution to go unacknowledged.

Yours sincerely,

C. L. Black

Haha he is so cute when he's sleeping

Some muggle children are very greedy. The 'Christmas stockings' I saw for sale in Summerbridge looked as if they would comfortably fit a giant's feet. If this Father Christmas chap were real, I doubt he'd leave them anything.

[Cassian]

I'm still here, Mr Cassian. My cousin returned home quite unexpectedly, and then - well, very many things happened, but the important thing to tell you is that I am going to stop trying to devise plans for now.

Perhaps I'll see you in the tavern soon? If you aren't still irate about

[Narcissa]

You needn't worry about me any longer. Cassiopeia is quite remarkable sometimes. She found someone to talk to that wasn't a horrid muggle, a Miss Emerton, and I'm to meet her, and she has given her word that my family at home won't think I'm dead or lost, and that if I am patient I can go home someday.

It is the best news I've had in months.