forty-fifth

[lifeandliesof]

[ Albus thinks that this kissing thing is really sweet and kind of cute. *3* JUST NOT FOR HIM because he has absolutely no wish to be kissed by anyone. at all. too bad for him, huh? he's set up shop in the library, and is at a table with a lot of books surrounding him, most of them about healing magic. he has removed every single bell within a two

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[ruin_mania]

[written, via journal obviously]

There certainly seem to be quite a few aspects of your Hogwarts that resemble Paradisa, Albus.

[lifeandliesof]

[ writes back! ]

Not least of all the flare for decorations. [ haha ] But it is true. The innate magic, the ghosts, the unpredictability, to name a few.

[ruin_mania]

Perhaps you're lucky, then. You must feel much less out-of-water than some others do.

[lifeandliesof]

Perhaps. It helped with regard to my adjustment period, yes. Paradisa is, of course, far more malevolent than my old school, but... [ a couple of pentaps ] not quite so much this week.

[ruin_mania]

Yes, this is more...awkward than anything else, I suppose. Still, at least the decor is pleasant.

[lifeandliesof]

Indeed it is. I'm surprised more people aren't secluding themselves in their rooms.

I enjoy the decorations very much; it helps with bringing on that Christmas feeling.

[ruin_mania]

That's hardly any way to spend one's time, minor threats of spontaneous affection or no.

They are quite pleasant, yes. They're quite different from what one would find around a festival time in my own world, to be certain - to begin with, our most important tree is a deciduous one.

[lifeandliesof]

You're right, of course. But some people take their personal space quite seriously.

What festival is that? And that is unusual in my world, although it really shouldn't be. Can I ask the name of the tree?

[ruin_mania]

Naturally. Depending on the other person involved, I'm sure I might feel the same way.

Spiritua Day, or the Chosen's Day. It's a festival celebrating the life of the Chosen One, Spiritua, who lived some eight hundred years ago.

The tree is our World Tree, and I'm afraid I can't tell you its name, but the last one was called the Kharlan Tree.

[lifeandliesof]

[ small chuckle ] And I suppose even if one were to seclude oneself, Paradisa would find a way of getting what it wants.

It sounds quite a lot like Christmas, actually, which I'm sure you've already noticed.

The World Tree. It has the air of a uniting force.

[ruin_mania]

No doubt. Better to take it while it appears, lest you get punished for resisting.

Indeed - even to the extent of covering an older, pagan holiday. Celsiyule was around the wintertime.

Yes, it was the sprouting of the Great Seed that reunited our sundered worlds two years ago--nearly three now, subjectively.

[lifeandliesof]

[ chuckle ] How ominous. I might have my own punishment to come, considering my actions.

Even some lexical similarities, I see. Christmas itself has a few pagan roots, as do much of the Christian holidays.

Is there a gathering of some sort at this tree at the time of the festival?

[ruin_mania]

[She laughs lightly.] I do hope it isn't too serious, then.

Ah, no. It's largely inaccessible to the public - all for the best, really, as it's still quite young and we'd be in terrible trouble if anything happened to it. Representatives of it aren't uncommon, though, especially in the churches.

[lifeandliesof]

I'll bear it.

Ah, of course, that makes sense, given that it is the only one of its kind... and apparently integral to survival.

[ruin_mania]

Well, it's not the only one of its kind, but it is the only one on our world. Another planet, Derris-Kharlan, has its own Tree, or so I've been led to believe.

And, yes. Mana powers not only our magic, but life itself.