Christmas shopping (Open!)
Camulus tramped down the snowy street, hands jammed into the pockets of his long coat (to protect his legs from winter chafing, of course) as he looked in the lit shop windows. Christmas. This was a new human custom that he had been introduced to in the last few years. Phoebe would want a present - well, deserved a present - and Ron would as well. Draco, too. Brachi didn't celebrate as far as Camulus knew and Jackrabbit . . . well, Jackrabbit. He idly wondered how his newest playmate was spending the holiday. He had the puppyish look of someone who would set much store by the holiday.