Open RP - Under the Mistletoe

[nerdsexgoddess]

((Backdated to after the Christmas party.))

Thanks to a conversation with Lezard Valeth, Amaranth now knew about mistletoe and what it was used for

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[iam_beowulf]

Beowulf, a man of the North, knew well the significance of mistletoe.

It meant Druids were coming out of the woodwork to kill everyone!

Appalled, he took a fighting stance beneath one of the sprigs. He must have looked quite the fearsome warrior indeed, with Pippi's gift of hat, mittens, and scarf over his usual leather underwear and Hogwarts robes. The tail ends of his Gryffindor tie trailed down his back from under the folded edge of his knit hat.

[hopalongmcgurk]

Seeing Beowulf looking quite, er, fearsome, and remembering his reaction to my present, which is either hillariously appropriate or kind of squicky, I can't tell which, I come to a sudden stop on my trip back to Gryffindor.

"IS THERE A PROBLEM?" It's pure reflex, starting the conversation in full-out bellow. I am, after all, trying to talk to Beowulf. He looks so ridiculous that it's all I can do not to laugh, which would be mean, and I can't quite bring myself to be mean to him. Much.

[iam_beowulf]

"THE DRUIDS ARE UPON US! THEY WHO BEAR SCYTHES OF GOLD, AND CUT THE MISTLETOE FROM THE OAK!"

He swept up the dwarf woman in his brawny arms.

"I SHALL DEFEND YOU FROM THEIR ONSLAUGHT!"

[hopalongmcgurk]

I make a very undignified squeal of protest as I am suddenly propelled off the ground.

"Er... thanks," I manage. "But I think I'll be fine." I grab onto his shoulders for leverage and realize that we are very close. I could kiss him, I think, but do I really actually want to? I mean... This is Beowulf.

[carri3_whit3]

Carrie scowled at the mistletoe hovering above the doorway.

Now, she was no Grinch. Giving and getting presents? Ace! Peace, love, goodwill toward men? She was down with that. As for the religious significance of the holiday, she could probably tell you that by chapter and verse. Backwards.

No, what she objected to was having the random invasion of her personal space dictated by a few twigs and berries (the non-metaphorical kind).

So she swatted the mistletoe down irritably, and hissed when it promptly flew right back into position. Another bat, and again it bobbed right back up.

This. Means. WAR.

[curlybrain]

"Try magic," suggested Hermione briskly, coming up beside Carrie.

She pulled out her wand and attempted to accio the mistletoe. But as with Carrie, this didn't seem to actually work, either.

Hermione tried several times anyway, and finally gave up with a heavy sigh and a muttered, "This wouldn't have happened in the old days!"

[carri3_whit3]

Carrie's eyes narrowed. "I'm gonna get that sucker down if I have to burn it to a crisp," she muttered. "We can control where fire goes with magic, right?"

[curlybrain]

Hermione launched into a long and pedantic explanation of how one could magically use fire, but stopped short of Carrie's eyes actually glazing over.

"Why do you care so much anyway?" she asked, a bit more bluntly than she might have done normally. "I mean, aside from the fact that there are presumably still actual school-aged children who don't need to be exposed to adults randomly snogging in hallways."

[maid_brienne]

Brienne had left the party early, and was now carrying a large wrapped package, which she intended to deliver personally, and heading toward Slytherin. She had noticed the festive plants, but gave them no particular thought, as she had not been made aware of their significance. So it was that she found herself standing directly under one of the plants in the doorway to the Slytherin common room while she waited for a random house elf to find Jaime Lannister.

[lion_in_white]

The random house-elf returned with a cranky Lannister in tow. Jaime had not signed up for the Secret Santa event, so had no idea where Brienne had been earlier that evening.

"Where have you been, wench?" he demanded. He was carrying two boxes, one large and one very small.

[maid_brienne]

"I wasn't aware I needed to check in with you before I did things," Brienne said peevishly before she could stop herself. It was an automatic response, really, bickering with Jaime. It was very childish, but automatic just the same.

She eyed the boxes in his hand and then held out her own. "I got you something, since it seems to be what people do this time of year," she said, a bit gruffly.

The box contained a couple of practice blades, the hilts designed for people who were either ambidextrous, or, at least in this particular case, left-handed. Unlike the art she had given her actual secret santa, Jaime's reaction really did mean a lot more to her than she would like him to see, so she braced herself for his response.

[lion_in_white]

She or the house-elves who assisted her must have kept in mind the difficulty of unwrapping presents one-handed. Jaime handed Brienne her own gifts, the largish flat box and the tiny box balanced atop it, before he could attempt unwrapping his own, bracing the box between his handless sword-arm and his side so that he could tear at the wrapping with his left hand

[hot_german]

This was slightly easier than wearing mistletoe. Being the kind, considerate man Dieter was, he parked himself under a doorway. It was an open invitation for those who might have been too shy to kiss him otherwise.

[m_otherhen]

M stopped short, looked at the towel-clad man, then up at the mistletoe.

"Not terribly subtle, are you, Mr. Amsterdam?" she said archly.

[hot_german]

"Prohl," he corrected her. The accent would probably set her straight. "And no, I'm not. Möchten Sie mich küssen lang und stark?"

[m_otherhen]

"Wenn Sie denken, können Sie es behandeln," she replied a hand on a hip and an expectant half grin on her face.

[soggynotecards]

Demyx was feeling rather morose, or as close as a Nobody could get; he was beginning to miss the girl who was definitely not his girlfriend and who he hadn't seen in ages terribly, especially with New Year's coming up. Never mind that he adamantly insisted that a New Year's kiss didn't make her his girlfriend.

He glanced up as he was about to go through a doorway, and grinned suddenly. "Somebody's getting into the holiday spirit, I see."