Post by Elienp on Dec 18, 2011 3:27:21 GMT -8
Title: Magic at Home
Rating: T
Warning: none
Words: 572
Challenge # 7
She'd take the Hogwarts Express to London and try not to bounce too much. She was the serious one, the pragmatic one why would she be so excited about Christmas? Were there any reasons to be excited about Christmas? “But of course there were!” she would exclaim.
Christmas was the most magical time of the year, with its white coat recovering everything, with its hot cocoas warming you up, with its snowball fights, with its snowmen. Christmas was magical, there was no better word to describe it.
Perhaps, but hadn't she had magic enough surrounding her all year? “But of course it wasn't the same magic!” she would cry.
There were magic and magic. There was the one she practised everyday in class, and the one produced only once in a year by Christmas. This magic was much more wonderful than the other one for it was only the work of your heart. Even she'd never try to explain it rationally, she didn't want to.
Christmas was magic and would remain magic as long as she'd believe it to be so. Christmas was magic itself. She didn't need to stay at Hogwarts to experience it, all she needed was her family.
Though she loved her friends, she couldn't imagine spending Christmas with them rather than with her parents. She'd always come back home at Christmas.
She wouldn't bear not to drink hot cocoas, seated on the couch with her mother, in front of a Christmas film, or a romance. She wouldn't bear not to decorate the Christmas tree and their house with her father, both frozen under their hats, mittens and scarves while trying to fix the tinsels to the wall. She wouldn't bear not to hear her mother order them to go inside before they became icemen themselves. She wouldn't bear not to have warm cocoas and cakes waiting for them on the kitchen table.
Christmas at Hogwarts might be magic, but Christmas at home offered her so much more.
She was bouncing on her seat again as she saw they were approaching the train station. Neville was looking at her with a big smile on his face he, too, was in a hurry to go home. She knew he wouldn't make fun of her, neither Luna, for she was offering her a sincere and sweet smile too.
“To spend Christmas at home is one of the best presents you could ever wish for,” Luna said.
Her companions forcefully nodded.
The train started to slow down, all the students immediately gathered their stuffs. They were all ready to get off the vehicle before it even stopped.
She was among the first ones to jump on the platform. As soon as she saw them, she ran to them with her arms wide open and a huge smile on her lips – she didn't care if she looked childish, she felt childish! She jumped to their necks and let them embrace her.
“Happy to go home Hermione?” her father asked, amusement and happiness shining in his eyes.
“Of course!”
“There are some things waiting for you in the kitchen, I hope they'll still be warm!”
Hermione hugged her mother strongly. “I know they will,” she said. “They can only be warm, it's the magic of Christmas.”
Her mother gently caressed her hair. “You're right sugar,” she agreed. “Christmas is definitely a magic time.”
Edit: Awarded 5 Points by jesi, on 3/1/12.
Rating: T
Warning: none
Words: 572
Challenge # 7
She'd take the Hogwarts Express to London and try not to bounce too much. She was the serious one, the pragmatic one why would she be so excited about Christmas? Were there any reasons to be excited about Christmas? “But of course there were!” she would exclaim.
Christmas was the most magical time of the year, with its white coat recovering everything, with its hot cocoas warming you up, with its snowball fights, with its snowmen. Christmas was magical, there was no better word to describe it.
Perhaps, but hadn't she had magic enough surrounding her all year? “But of course it wasn't the same magic!” she would cry.
There were magic and magic. There was the one she practised everyday in class, and the one produced only once in a year by Christmas. This magic was much more wonderful than the other one for it was only the work of your heart. Even she'd never try to explain it rationally, she didn't want to.
Christmas was magic and would remain magic as long as she'd believe it to be so. Christmas was magic itself. She didn't need to stay at Hogwarts to experience it, all she needed was her family.
Though she loved her friends, she couldn't imagine spending Christmas with them rather than with her parents. She'd always come back home at Christmas.
She wouldn't bear not to drink hot cocoas, seated on the couch with her mother, in front of a Christmas film, or a romance. She wouldn't bear not to decorate the Christmas tree and their house with her father, both frozen under their hats, mittens and scarves while trying to fix the tinsels to the wall. She wouldn't bear not to hear her mother order them to go inside before they became icemen themselves. She wouldn't bear not to have warm cocoas and cakes waiting for them on the kitchen table.
Christmas at Hogwarts might be magic, but Christmas at home offered her so much more.
She was bouncing on her seat again as she saw they were approaching the train station. Neville was looking at her with a big smile on his face he, too, was in a hurry to go home. She knew he wouldn't make fun of her, neither Luna, for she was offering her a sincere and sweet smile too.
“To spend Christmas at home is one of the best presents you could ever wish for,” Luna said.
Her companions forcefully nodded.
The train started to slow down, all the students immediately gathered their stuffs. They were all ready to get off the vehicle before it even stopped.
She was among the first ones to jump on the platform. As soon as she saw them, she ran to them with her arms wide open and a huge smile on her lips – she didn't care if she looked childish, she felt childish! She jumped to their necks and let them embrace her.
“Happy to go home Hermione?” her father asked, amusement and happiness shining in his eyes.
“Of course!”
“There are some things waiting for you in the kitchen, I hope they'll still be warm!”
Hermione hugged her mother strongly. “I know they will,” she said. “They can only be warm, it's the magic of Christmas.”
Her mother gently caressed her hair. “You're right sugar,” she agreed. “Christmas is definitely a magic time.”
Edit: Awarded 5 Points by jesi, on 3/1/12.