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Twenty-Five Holiday Drabbles: First Three

For the twenty-five days of fic, found here.
These three are dedicated to Alice, who provided me with the details of winter weather over the pond and also made a lovely holiday fanart that is just too cute for words!

Disclaimer: Not mine, blah, blah, blah.

Twenty-Five Days of Drabbles


                When the kids stumbled upon the two of them kissing right in the middle of the hallway, they were quite horrified. Giles , flustered beyond coherent speech, stammered out something along the lines of “dreadful woman tricked me into it.”

                But Ms. Calendar smoothly raised an eyebrow and lifted up a finger to point out the sprig of mistletoe in the doorframe George the custodian had hung there earlier that morning. “It’s bad luck to ignore mistletoe,” she informed them. “We could’ve been cursed!” And when the three of them passed out of sight, she added, “Better safe than sorry,” as she leaned in for more.

Hot Chocolate

                “Jenny, what on earth is this?”

                Jenny shot an amused glance over at him to see him staring, scandalized, at the strange liquid that was currently defiling his favorite mug. “It’s hot chocolate,” she told him cheerfully. “It sort of goes with the season.”

                “Yes, I’m aware of that,” Giles replied rather helplessly, “but why is it in my cup?”

                Jenny rolled her eyes skyward and laughed. “You need to live a little, England!”

                Grimacing, he steeled himself and took a tentative sip of the unbearably sweet drink – and Jenny neglected to tell him that some whipped cream lingered on his nose afterwards.


                “Does it snow there? England?”

                Her question is unexpected, and he looks up from his book to scrutinize her. She is leaning against the wall by the window, staring out dreamily into the typically warm California night.

                “A bit,” he replies offhandedly. “Maybe a few inches now and then.”

                “I lived in Chicago for a year, and it snowed tons. Way too much for me.” She turns to face him, beaming. “But ‘a few inches now and then’ sounds perfect.”

                And he smiles gently back at her, fondly watches her turn to gaze through the glass again, and purposely doesn’t mention all the rain that drenches his home.


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Dec. 4th, 2012 09:40 am (UTC)
eeeeeeeeee! I'm so happy you're doing this 25 days thing! Also yay for happy drabbles :D

Also also, GEORGE. I swear George is going to end up sneaking into every fic I write one way or another because I'm now irrationally attached to him. :P
Dec. 4th, 2012 10:01 pm (UTC)

Love these!

I'm so happy there will be more! SO HAPPY!

*throws glitter and tinsel everywhere*
Dec. 11th, 2012 08:43 pm (UTC)
purposely doesn’t mention all the rain that drenches his home. Bwah-ha-ha! And I'm thinking it snows a bit more than a few inches now and then in England. But having only been there in the spring, I could be mistaken.
Dec. 13th, 2012 08:23 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked that I stuck that in there. :D
I got the inside scoop from one of my internet buddies from over the pond (hi there, Alice!) and she told me that it doesn't snow very much or very often. I felt kind of professional doing research for a fic, even if I didn't portray it very well. :P
Dec. 13th, 2012 08:37 pm (UTC)
Actually I did pick up on the fact that you had done research. For some reason England just seems like a place that would have lots of snow. I'm not sure why, just seems that way to me.

Never let the facts interfere with your perception of reality!
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