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[a_close_shave]

Thank you for the invitation to dinner, Professor Dumbledore..

I had a surprisingly good time.

Excel, Anita, Ms. Dante, Ms. Cheza, Girlycard...I hope your holiday is..going well.

Mm.

Severus, I think I'm finished for the night...

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[halfblooded_git]

As am I. Shall we retire, then?

[a_close_shave]

Please.

Jovial tidings has made me considerably weary.

[halfblooded_git]

As if you participated in anything jovial.

[a_close_shave]

And you did?

[halfblooded_git]

Moreso than you, and shamelessly.

[a_close_shave]

You did not!

[halfblooded_git]

I did.

I exchanged gifts with Anita and her husband. So do not accuse me of lacking any festive cheer.

[a_close_shave]

Very well, if that's how you'll measure it, I've given my own gifts.

[halfblooded_git]

It seems we both stand the hypocrites this evening.

[a_close_shave]

So we do. Perhaps one more than the other.

[when they get back, he retrieves a brown paper-wrapped package from a desk drawer and hands it to him]

[halfblooded_git]

[raises an eyebrow, glancing to Sweeney before taking the package]

What's this?

[a_close_shave]

[ a light innocent shrug, going to sit]

Open it.

[halfblooded_git]

[glances to Sweeney, then to the clock]

I suppose, technically, it is Christmas Day. [sets to opening the package, attempting to ignore the whining cat weaving around his ankles]

[a_close_shave]

[a light amused smile; glances to the cat]

Still haven't named him, have you.

[halfblooded_git]

I was leaving that up to you, Sweeney. Anything I name him would most likely be ill-fitting for such a creature.

[finishes ripping open the paper, looking down at what he holds in his hands]

[a_close_shave]

I'll think of...something. Brave thing, isn't it.

[It's a reasonably sized leatherbound hard-backed book; the title on the spine, William Blake, Auguries of Innocence]