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Title: Happy Christmas
Summary: Christmas morning
Characters/Pairings: Neville/Hannah
Genre: idek
Rating/Warnings: pg / un-beta'd
Word Count: 539
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: nty
Hannah placed a cup of steaming cocoa in Neville's hands. "Happy Christmas," she said with a smile as she took a seat on the sofa next to him. Carefully, she pulled her legs under her, making sure not to spill her own piping hot mug.
"Happy Christmas," he agreed, raising his cup in a small toast to them. He tried to match her warm smile but found it lacking. Hannah was so strong, having survived how many Christmases now without much of her family. This was only the second year since Gran passed away and Neville felt like he was falling apart the seams. Even this thought alone made tears prick his eyes. With his free hand, he wiped at his watering eyes and sighed.
"Neville," Hannah began, her voice still warm and soothing. She put down her cup and reached over to touch his arm. He shook his head and looked down at the hot cocoa in his hands. The chocolate swirled and the steam rising off of it floated into the air in the shape of stars and angels. Christmas steam, Hannah called it the first time she had given him her magic hot cocoa.
"It's okay to be sad today," she told him gently. "It's okay to be sad every day, if you want."
"I know," he said with another sigh and put down his cup next to hers on the small table in front of them. "I just don't want to ruin Christmas for you."
This time her smile was a little sadder. Hannah knew how hard each and every holiday was for Neville. For so long it had just been him and his grandmother and he was having a hard time adjusting to life without her. Everyone dealt with loss in a different way. Hannah was sad a lot of the time too, even at Christmas.
In the early morning, before the sun and Neville had risen, Hannah climbed out of bed. She slipped on the beautiful silken robe her father had given her for her 17th birthday. That was the last present he ever gave her before he died. It was a little snug now and in a few years she was sure she would be unable to tie the sash closed. Maybe, if she ever had a daughter, Hannah could gift it to her. The soft fabric against her skin was no comparison to the way her father would tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ears. It did not feel like his calloused fingers intertwined with hers as they traversed through crowded streets. But nonetheless it reminded her of the love he had for her. It reminded her that, even as he was dying, he saw a pretty robe and thought of her. When she put it on, it made her happy and sad at the same time.
"The only way you could ruin my Christmas," she said, moving closer to him. "Is by not being here." Hannah tucked herself against him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
Neville rewarded her with a soft smile. "I love you," he told her, not for the first time that day.
"And I love you, Neville. That's all that matters."
539 words/30 =
18 points for Hufflepuff
Summary: Christmas morning
Characters/Pairings: Neville/Hannah
Genre: idek
Rating/Warnings: pg / un-beta'd
Word Count: 539
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: nty
Hannah placed a cup of steaming cocoa in Neville's hands. "Happy Christmas," she said with a smile as she took a seat on the sofa next to him. Carefully, she pulled her legs under her, making sure not to spill her own piping hot mug.
"Happy Christmas," he agreed, raising his cup in a small toast to them. He tried to match her warm smile but found it lacking. Hannah was so strong, having survived how many Christmases now without much of her family. This was only the second year since Gran passed away and Neville felt like he was falling apart the seams. Even this thought alone made tears prick his eyes. With his free hand, he wiped at his watering eyes and sighed.
"Neville," Hannah began, her voice still warm and soothing. She put down her cup and reached over to touch his arm. He shook his head and looked down at the hot cocoa in his hands. The chocolate swirled and the steam rising off of it floated into the air in the shape of stars and angels. Christmas steam, Hannah called it the first time she had given him her magic hot cocoa.
"It's okay to be sad today," she told him gently. "It's okay to be sad every day, if you want."
"I know," he said with another sigh and put down his cup next to hers on the small table in front of them. "I just don't want to ruin Christmas for you."
This time her smile was a little sadder. Hannah knew how hard each and every holiday was for Neville. For so long it had just been him and his grandmother and he was having a hard time adjusting to life without her. Everyone dealt with loss in a different way. Hannah was sad a lot of the time too, even at Christmas.
In the early morning, before the sun and Neville had risen, Hannah climbed out of bed. She slipped on the beautiful silken robe her father had given her for her 17th birthday. That was the last present he ever gave her before he died. It was a little snug now and in a few years she was sure she would be unable to tie the sash closed. Maybe, if she ever had a daughter, Hannah could gift it to her. The soft fabric against her skin was no comparison to the way her father would tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ears. It did not feel like his calloused fingers intertwined with hers as they traversed through crowded streets. But nonetheless it reminded her of the love he had for her. It reminded her that, even as he was dying, he saw a pretty robe and thought of her. When she put it on, it made her happy and sad at the same time.
"The only way you could ruin my Christmas," she said, moving closer to him. "Is by not being here." Hannah tucked herself against him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
Neville rewarded her with a soft smile. "I love you," he told her, not for the first time that day.
"And I love you, Neville. That's all that matters."
539 words/30 =
18 points for Hufflepuff