#blondebadger

Baran Flinders didn't know what possessed his higher-ranking colleagues to give him a position of power, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying it. The rank didn't really suit his sister anyway; Selinda of course had her bad days, but this job would take qualities that his dear sibling just didn't have.

Now that he was head of the Light's forces at Hogwarts, it was time to set a few of his immediate ideas in motion. He'd have to start things small for now, but the sooner there was an underlying fear of terror in the school the better. 

Speaking of which, there was one of his favorite playthings now; Bette Kane. Ahh, who better to start this game off with than one of his favorite pieces?

She was alone, probably coming back from Hogsmeade after shopping or laughing or whatever those ridiculous Hufflepuffs did when they wandered away from their adult supervision. But no one else being around meant that know one would miss her until at least dinner time, and he would probably be done by then.

The Hufflepuff common room looked transformed. By the initiative of a certain blonde student, the common room had went from its cozy and warm appeal to a snowy landscape filled with evergreens and mistletoes.

"The mistletoes are for advocating for romance!" Bette laughed when Kaldur asked her.

"But what if they do not like the person they are with underneath them...?"

"Well too bad."

"You put them underneath the exits from the dormitories, Bette..." Kaldur pointed at them, sighing.

"That's the point!"

"I do not see it."

Bette reached over and led Kaldur to one of the mistletoes, stopping short of being underneath it. "When a boy and a girl like each other, the boy or the girl will want to be underneath the mistletoe with them when they come down from the dorms. This is the perfect plan to spur the holiday love!"

"I fail to see-"

December Song: Our characters spending the time daydreaming about what the New Year will bring.

Greta smiled as she entered the common room - getting inside was a lot easier now that she didn't have to crawl. It was empty, save for a few first years playing chess in a corner and a girl curled up next to the fire. Recognizing her as a friend - housemate - upperclassman? -  she made her way over. 

"Penny for your thoughts?"

 The quidditch captain started before laughing. "Hi, Greta. Sorry, I was just thinking about the new year."

"Any resolutions?" the ghost asked as she let herself hover above the armchair opposite, curling up upon herself. 

"Just a few, yeah," the blonde admitted. 

"School kind, boyfriend kind?" Greta probed.

"Little bit of both, and then some winning the Quidditch Cup kind," came the mischievous reply.

Greta raised an invisible glass with a smile. "Cheers to that!" 

"And what you?" Bette mused. "You must have some. And you've got all the time in the world to achieve them, right?"

"That's one way of looking at it. I suppose that my resolution for this year is to try and pick stuff up. When first years come bug me, I can lob fruit at their heads."

Cassie loved the holidays. In the Scottish mountainside, snow had fallen just the previous weekend and now the castle and surrounding town were covered with the glistening white stuff. It was gorgeous and Cassie couldn't be happier.

Now she stood in the Great Hall waiting for her two friends, Artemis and Bette. She was thrilled because she was going with the older girls shopping in Hogsmeade for Christmas presents. It wasn't that Cassie was insecure or anything about being one of the youngest out of her friends, it was more the fact that the older girls had seemed like they wanted her to come. Or maybe she was over-analyzing?

Okay, the truth was that Cassie sometimes felt insecure around the other girls. They were totally nice, but she couldn't help feeling like she was the baby! A small shadow of doubt that the girls really wanted her to go with them to Hogsmeade crossed her mind and she shook it away, frustrated with herself.

The teen shook her blonde curls and stuck the winter cap she held in her hands on her head. It would be cold outside, and she didn't want her ears to freeze on the way into town. As she was pulling her cap on, rather ungracefully, might she add, Bette and Artemis walked up.

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-glares-

5. Cleanliness Habits

Kaldur is probably the neatest student ever. He likes to order everything in an order that only he can understand, and to an outsider it looks all superneat and organized. But once they come closer, they won't understand anything about the system in which it is organized. He needs a lot of room to work, so he prefers big tables. In order to keep that, his desks always have the most minimal necessities. He cannot look at two subjects at once, it's always one subject at a time.

22. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what will happen?

He'll probably sketch out some interesting runes he remembers from his readings. Maybe solve some magical arithmetic. Recall a strategy from a previous famous battle and think how he would have changed it ((tactics and strategy is one of his hobbies)).

50. Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

"Good evening Bette," Kaldur smiled at his fellow Hufflepuff as she entered the common room from the barrels.

A grunt was the only indication that she heard him.

"Someone's extremely cheery today," he commented dryly.

A look was shot his way, but his comment was not dignified with a verbal response.

"Did something happen between Wally and you?"

She glared.

"What?"

The glare intensified.

"I thought he was supposed to help you with potions."

She remained silent.

"I take it that it did not go so well...?"