“In case anyone was wondering, there’s a quite a bit of things on my wish list for Christmas this year.”

“I don’t understand how muggle children can believe in Santa. How is it even logically possible for one person to go to everyone’s houses, break into their house, leave a present, and travel with flying reindeer without any magic? And to even add that they think Santa is always watching... that’s a bit creepy.”

Roxanne sighed as she set her bag down next to the table, “I swear coach is trying to kill me,” she groaned while sitting down.

“Excuse me,” she said, tapping the person on the shoulder. “Have you seen a runaway pygmy puff around here?”

“I’m meeting a client in an hour and I’m already another half hour behind what I should be this morning,” he was saying as he balanced a coffee in one hand and paperwork in the other. “So if you could make this quick -- that would be awesome.”

“If the next words out of your mouth aren’t I have food or I have booze, don’t even bother because I don’t care.”

“Okay, that tastes absolutely disgusting” Natalie laughed, nearly spitting out the mystery drink. “You’re evil for making me ingest this.”

“It’s the weekend, so you know what that means...”