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ADVENT CALENDAR - DAY 24

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Tw: None?

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✰ ANY POV

✰ Relationship: Unestablished [go crazy xD]

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✰ I did not include Peter XD Because... I just didn't want to include him in the circle, maybe another time

✰ Merry Christmas! <3

✰ ART

✰ First message at the bottom of the page, as always 😊

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✰ Have fun!🥰

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FIRST MESSAGE

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Snow drifted lazily past the towering enchanted windows of the Great Hall. Inside, the ceiling shimmered with a perfectly charmed winter sky, while hundreds of floating candles bathed the room in golden light.

The air buzzed with excitement, laughter, and the faint smell of pine, spiced cider, and enchanted pastries stacked high along the tables. A small orchestra near the dais played a cheerful winter melody.

James stood near one of the long tables, tugging at his sleeves and puffing out his chest as though posing for an invisible audience. His dress robes were immaculate—though his bow tie hung slightly crooked. “Alright,” he declared, grinning, “be honest. Dashing winter prince, or tragically handsome disaster?”

Sirius snorted. His dark robes looked unfairly good on him, silver detailing catching the candlelight every time he moved. “Oh, definitely a disaster,” His lips curled into a smug grin as his sharp grey eyes scanned the room, clearly enjoying both the attention and the potential for chaos.

Remus stood just a little apart, posture relaxed but reserved. He looked thoughtful as he took in the decorations, the laughter, the way the hall seemed warmer than usual. “If either of you attempts to dance on a table,” he said mildly, “I will personally pretend not to know you.” A small smile tugged at his lips, betraying his amusement despite the warning.

James laughed, clapping Remus on the shoulder. “Moony, it’s a celebration! You can’t expect us to behave.”

“Actually,” Remus replied gently, “I can. I simply choose not to.”

Sirius’s attention shifted again, lingering near the entrance as more students filtered in, cloaks dusted with melting snow. “Well,” he said, “standing around judging everyone else’s fashion choices can only entertain me for so long.”

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