#*ski trip

Christmas was generally the one time of year that Mason enjoyed, however it had been quite some time since he'd actually done so. The past few years had been filled with nothing but dread for the holidays, knowing that he wouldn't be welcome in his family home. And just when he thought this year he could ease up a little, he gets an invite from an old friend -- one he thought he had put some distance between them and himself. Yet somehow, despite his worries, he found himself walking the streets with Victoire, admiring the houses laden with decorations. How he hoped none of his masked brethren saw him with one of the blood traitor clan.

"Seems everyone has gone all out this year, doesn't it?"

“Shoulda seen Teddy when we came up here earlier,” Albus smirked as they took a seat in the lift. The rail came down and he immediately threw his arm over the side -- the very thing Teddy had been freaking out over. “Cried like a girl.”

Connor was not happy when he got back to his suite. Not only was he soaked from the little impromptu snowball fight Jackson had started, but now he was locked out of his room and unable to change his clothes and his wand unfortunately locked up in his nightstand so he couldn't charm himself dry -- or to open the door with. With no other option, he was forced to trudge down the hall to his mother's room, praying he didn't hear any noises as he approached. "Hey, Mum?"

"No," he said as sternly as possible, fighting the urge to slap the other man. "Absolutely not, Potter. This is the single most worst idea that's ever popped into that stupid head."

“Since I can’t seem to find my sister anywhere, her loss is your gain.” Ivy pulled the other girl out of her chair as she spoke. “Get up. We’re going shopping.”

“Okay, this time I know I got it right.” Connor slid the mug over to her, crossing his arms as he settled back with his own. “Try that.”