SEVEN NATION ARMY

Hi Peyton!

How are you? Happy holidays! Merry Christmas! Happy early Hanukkah? Happy early New Year! 

I’m sending this letter because Jinri my mom told me that I am not allowed to go to the Caribbean anymore. She said I’ll be dead grounded if I go. Ha! Ha! Ha! I’m sorry, but I still hope you can enjoy your holiday! See you when school starts! :)

Minhyuk (@pufflehyuk)

well she hadn’t expected it. but then again peyton was surprised that the entire “trip” was even legit. still, she supposes there’s nothing wrong with the hufflepuff’s letter, despite the sinking sense of disappointment in her chest, and she wastes no time to write one back to send along with the owl waiting by the note.

‘ello minhyuk!

i’m jolly, tis the season after all hehe— merry christmas to you too! 

oh, gee wilikers, don’t worry about that—haha, i actually didn’t really expect you to be legit about it anyway! but yes, i’ll definitely see you when school starts again. have fun with the rest of break, try not to get grounded ~*~*~

note: i’ve messaged everyone that liked my plot call but please lmk if i’ve missed you!  

“oh, well that’s easy! ” he grins at the prospect of divulging his knowledge for her. a hand eagerly clasps together as he goes through hi smemory to find something that would suit the girl. “we can go to the carribean maybe? or mexico if you want? hawaii? we could head all the way down to australia too…”

Nikolai opened his mouth to reply, then paused to stare for a long moment. Then a grin tugged at his mouth and he laughed loudly, head falling back. “Ah! Such spirit! I was never brave enough to talk like that to a professor. I was cheeky with McGonagall once and she was an inch away from turning me into a kitten!” He shook his head and smiled fondly at the memory. “Well, yes, I am oddly embarrassed by how open everyone is these days. We certainly did not…say things like these when I attended here!”

Are you teasing a professor?

“they’re not that bad!” she wouldn’t know—she can’t feel them. “i did not make myself public enemy number one cheering for you during quidditch matches for you to not!” she stomps her foot with every word, following after the evading gryffindor. “keep! me! warm!” peyton dares a few quicker steps forward, colliding against his back with a small grunt and reaching up, fingers sliding around his neck with a happy sigh.

“oh—” she blinks in surprise, brow raising as her cheeks flush. she’s not exactly sure as to how to go about this—and so she figures the best option is to continue with the following verse of the hit holiday song.

 “oohhh—i don’t want a lot for christmas—there’s just one thing i need—” she laughs, pointing finger guns at the boy playfully, gesturing him to sing along.

“I KNOW!!” she raises her voice, almost a little too excited. peyton’s fingers are ice cold, cheeks ruddy and tip of her nose red. but little of that matters as she stands proud before the imprint of her “angel”, shaking snow off her fingertips after having personally drawn on its face herself.

“are we?” her mouth is dry, palms clammy and fingers twitching incessantly at her sides. it isn’t often that the slytherin wants to run, though in the presence of arthur—ever confusing and ever cute—there was little options of what else she could do. still, peyton’s legs remain planted (if only for the fact that she couldn’t move them), eyes fixed stubbornly on his nose for a moment longer. 

“ah,” she looks up, lifting onto her toes as her hand lifts to swipe at the plant. “i can barely tell with all the nargles buzzing around it…” peyton nearly trips over her words, eyes decidedly shifting to the mistletoe while leaning forward, aware but mindfully ignoring the brush of her lips against something soft. oh, she’d never allow herself to willfully kiss him again.

it doesn’t take long to slip her fingers around the mistletoe, plucking it off the doorsill (like he plucked warmth straight out of her chest) and taking steps back herself, a pink flush coloring her cheeks and a shaky grin directed his way.

He jokes around, lifting his hand up as if he’s catching her kiss. “Merry Christmas, dweeb” he jokes, lifting his hand over her head, gently patting her. “Do you come with a warranty?”