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[Nov. 27th, 2005|01:12 am]
Loch Village
Characters Involved: Everyone
Setting: The Village

Something peculiar happens at the end of the November. Without fail, every year, some marvelous transformation occurs across the United Kingdom. One autumn night the whole country goes to sleep, and by the following afternoon, festive holiday décor garnishes the cities, towns, and houses. In one night, the spirit of the season changes from longingly reminiscing about summer to fervently anticipating the end of December. The magical metamorphosis affects wizard and muggle community alike, changing the surroundings as suddenly as that singular strong wind which blows all the vivid hued leaves from their branches. It is as if people are trying to compensate for the lack of foliage, hanging their own colorful displays from every pole and wire in lieu of the bright orange leaves now withering on the grass.

Loch Village was no exception to this holiday phenomenon. Though it might have been one’s first response to think the sleepy little town would be prone to skimping on festive decorations, first glance out frosted window pane this early afternoon would reveal to any skeptic that the community had put forth as much effort as any large city in decking the streets. Evergreen garland dotted with bright red berries spiraled itself around every lamppost, making them appear giant spearmint candy canes lining the streets, while a simple enchantment made a halo of golden sparkles dance around the lanterns. Varying sized bulbs in holiday reds and greens, silvers and golds, were strung between the lamps at intervals – each orb handsomely unique. It seemed everywhere it had been tasteful to do so, a length of tinsel had been wrapped or a cluster of poinsettias had been tucked. And the adornments did not end with those supplied but the town itself. As if determined not to be outdone, most of the store keepers and private home owners took part in a self-imposed decorating “race to arms,” frantic to avoid being the last to bedeck their respective premises. The result was a mixture of elegant trimmings in perfect agreement with those along the streets and vastly over blown ornamentation which bordered on being eyesores. Sprigs of holly wreathed window frames, mistletoe dangled in doorways, and lines of little white lights dotted the eves in classic Christmas fashion. At the same time, there were spelled boughs of evergreen that blinked every color of the rainbow, gaudy toy soldiers three feet high which marched to clapping hands, and replicas of houselves in Santa hats that jigged and jingled bells at passing customers. Everywhere, people seemed in competition with each other to sport the best store front, though nothing could be done to top the center of town.

There, in the middle of the square, stood the tree. At fourteen feet tall, it was quite the site to behold, with each branch splayed and every limb perfect. Not as if any imperfection would have gone noticed anyway, what with all the ornaments on the tree. Strings of golden beads entwined the pine needles, twinkling like sun fire from the tiny sparkling orbs that cast their surroundings in a warm glow. Porcelain and crystal decorations hung next to large, magical snowflakes that would not melt; glass spirals of every color glinted in the light from a hundred fairies hiding in the limbs. Small bunches of silver bells peaked from between the green, and every gust of wind sent them swaying in a musical chime which became only a soft insinuation under the breeze. Tiny little red and gold finches, the tips of their feathers white as if touched with frost, darted from bough to bough, chirping in melody with the bells. There were pinecones and icicles, glittering balls and silver reindeer, gold tinsel and red garland. And at the very top, there sat a ceramic angel garbed in regal white and blue that had been enchanted to sing carols out across the plaza. It seemed as if anything that could be hung on a string – both magical and not – graced the evergreen’s boughs, and it must have been enchantment alone which kept the branches from sagging under the spectacular weight. Yet, every limb had been so well embellished and adorned that instead of looking overstuffed or crowded, it looked simply…

“Amazing.” Miss Hart had been spent most of this afternoon walking the streets and drinking in the holiday cheer. The finely decorated stores and houses had amused her enough, though one would have been hard-pressed to tell given the ever-present frigid look in her eyes. However, the grand tree had struck a chord within her, and the stoic front had cracked to give way to an expression of youthful marvel. She stood staring up at the magnificent sight, cupping a mug of peppermint coffee in her hands and suddenly growing extremely self conscious of the lone wreath gracing her front door.

From: eireforthecup
2005-12-15 06:15 pm (UTC)
“So Mum sent you to check up on me, then?”

“How dare you! I came entirely on my own accord.”

“…Uh huh…”

“…Well, she may have suggested my coming, but I was already planning on it without her, or Leila’s, help.”

“I knew it! But, in reward for you grudging honesty, you can buy me an ice cream cone. I think that ought to settle matters.”

Two puffs of condensation appeared on the mullioned window of Loch Village’s local, and only, ice cream parlor as two people stood before it, staring inside, both smiling faintly. After all, it was a LeFay (and not at all a Kelly) tradition to get ice cream when it was just unashamedly unnatural to do so. The taller of the two, soft, feathery chestnut hair falling attractively across his handsome face, shoved his companion, a snort of laughter escaping, causing the window to fog even more.

“Cop on! I will do no such thing. You owe me one as a welcome to our pseudo home gift!”

“Kael…” the younger, auburn haired girl pleaded in a mock, beseeching voice, tugging at his coat sleeve like a child, her expression that of the utmost innocence. “Please?”

Staring down his nose, Kael, piercing blue eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the other, she staring just as determinedly back, finally let out a sigh, a cloud of air signaling his defeat. “Brat.” One staring at the pair, not knowing any better, would have thought him angry with her, but this routine had been done many a time. Clapping her hands happily, Arianna, laughing, threw her arms around him with a “I won! I want the chocolate peppermint swirl!” before disappearing into the parlor.

Ten minutes later, the pair, ice cream cones in hand, could be found strolling down the main road, decorations galore bedecking the surroundings. The crisp winter air, tiny flakes accompanying, swirled about them in breezes and gentle flurries. Arianna, her freckled cheeks pink from the cold air, was keeping up a running commentary as she pointed things out at random intervals, showing the assorted land marks of the town and commenting on the various passers by. “And she’s works at the Goat and Rose Inn. I’ve talked to her a few times when getting breakfast. Very nice, of course, but a bleeding Pollyanna at times. It’s sickening, especially in the early hours of the morning.” She muttered darkly, pale hued, lemongrass as she liked to call them, eyes flicking towards an older woman who just passed by them. “And that one there, on the left,” they moved towards a tiny clump of people, chatting near a lamp post, “works at the ministry. Heard him talking to a friend about it once. Magical Law Enforcement, if I’m not mistaken.”

“You are. Derek Jacobs of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.” Corrected her elder brother, scratching at his nose absently. “The bloke on the right is from Magical Law Enforcement.” As they passed the group, a few of the people nodded their heads or raised their hands at Kael in greeting.

“You know them from the office?”

“From the few times a year I’m there,” He chortled, having just waved in return, “Yes.”

The Christmas tree loomed before them, in the middle of town, glistening with faeries, lights, and snow. Licking the ice cream grasped in her hand, the younger LeFay smiled up at it, some of the shimmering reflected in her eyes. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”

“They decorated too early. Everyone knows you decorate two days before and leave it at that.” Kael replied, but he too looked just as happy, if not in features alone, as his sister. It was amazing how such a small act as transforming a town to look like something out a story book could produce such results in people, even the snidest of the lot. The sudden return to child like innocence and awe as one could stand there, mouth agape in gleeful wonder.

With a sly grin, Arianna glanced up, asking, “Dingle doesn’t have even a bauble up yet, then?”

“Nah,” He replied, proudly, throwing an arm around her. “And neither will we. Damn the competiton, I say!”

“Here here!”

“I’m sure Eimear and Leila will agree.”

“They’re coming too?” Getting only a devious grin in return, Arianna sighed, but looked pleased all the same. “It’s going to be another insane Christmas after all.”
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