Yule potluck party post is here! Open RP for all school

[iam_beowulf]

On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items

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Severus and Draco

[methleigh]

Severus tried to blend with the Black Satin tablecloths. But he was accompanied by Draco, attired in Shining white, and his clothe's brought out Severus pale (sallow) skin, making the black frown of his eyes obvious. Neither was eating, and neither was drinking. Severus had learned well from the Tinky Winky incident. Draco looked disdainful and dutiful.

[arrogantmage]

Lezard floated up to his friends. "No one forged my signature to the gift exchange list this year," he informed them, rather pleased. "Did either of you find yourselves drafted into it?"

[methleigh]

Severus looked up and actually spontaneously smiled. It was Lezard, after all. "Lezard Valeth! Someone did forge my name to the gift exchange. But fortunately I drew the name of a studious young woman who appears to actually be a witch. And I was not entirely resentful as I ordered her gifts."

Draco smiled because he was free of the gift exchange. "No one knows me well enough to forge my name now." He was smug. He also stated the obvious. "You're floating." Then he remembered and stood. Lezard was to be held in esteem.

[arrogantmage]

Lezard looked down. "So I am." He settled lightly on the ground. "Does this offend somewhat less?" But he laughed, and turned to Severus. "I have something for you; I believe this is the appropriate time for giving of gifts, even if they are not compulsory, is it not so?"

Without waiting for approval, he called the gift to his hands, using his own magic of summoning rather than any Accio or derivative native to Hogwarts.

"Shall you unwrap it?" His eyes were bright.

[methleigh]

Draco was certainly not offended. He was impressed, but he left the conversation to Lezard and Professor Snape. He had brought his own gift, but he still held it under the table, almost - not almost - shy for once in a way.

Severus smiled. A present? For him? "I would love to unwrap it. I would be honoured." With someone else, such an honest response would have been out of place. He knew Lezard would apreciate it. "I have one for you as well, Lezard." He put it on the table, a small package and a larger box.

"GELT 2010
Sevivon, sov, sov, sov
Chanukah, hu chag tov
Chanukah, hu chag tov
Sevivon, sov, sov, sov!

Chag simcha hu la-am
Nes gadol haya sham
Nes gadol haya sham
Chag simcha hu la-am.

A bounty of chocolate coins! Dry cocoa and golden amber!"

and large box of assorted gourmet chocolate coins.

Draco put his gift on the table too. "This for you as well." He knew Lezard liked people living in crystal. He hoped he would like the tiny self-contatned but living ecosystem.

[arrogantmage]

So few people in Lezard's life -- throughout its various phases: as an unpopular and weird kid; as a rogue mage for hire; as a self-made god -- had ever thought to give him anything. Lezard himself was as generous as he was erratic; the efforts and the presents he made might be unwanted or even feared by their recipients, but no one could say he didn't put thought into them.

Snape's gift was clearly born of conversations they'd had about holiday traditions, and families (or lack thereof), and loneliness; and just as clearly, it took its cue from the bits of chocolate Snape had a tendency to bestow upon a distraught Lezard, when he came to bemoan various Hogwarts-inflicted slights. It was, in short, a thoughtful gift. What did you get for the mage who could summon up anything for himself? A thought; a warm gesture; an intention. Anything material was just tangible proof of that warmth, that intention

[methleigh]

Draco was watching Lezard closely, carefully aware it was not done to stare, so he moved his gaze to his hands, unwrapping his gift, to his face as well as he eyes when Lezard spoke to him. Thus he did not miss the smile, and returned it instantly. And then... a gift. For him. From Lezard.

"It's beautiful," he said honestly, even before opening it. He lost his shyness in wonder. He touched the brooch, for his name, and when he removed it, he re-fastened it just under his left clavicle.

But it was extraordinary. The Dance of Death. Why, it was something which might have been found in his own father's library, rich with leather and gold. He opened it. The Dance of Death. Why they were Death Eaters, after all. Such an old book. It might contain lost lore. Why, the Dark Lord himself might be interested. He was not too intrigued to remember his manners and smile back, however. "Thank you. It is wonderful, and doubtless contains much I could learn

[arrogantmage]

"It is, mostly, an aesthetic indulgence." Lezard looked on with pleasure. "This is not to say no lessons may be found therein."