DELPHI’S CLOSET - WINTER WONDER FEST

Kizzie happily walked along the grounds eating her snowman sno-cone when someone called out to her. With a hum, she turned to see who it was that had called for her attention. Head tilting to the side as she peered at the game, she approached. “Reindeer, huh? Well, I can’t just let a damsel go without her trusty steed, now can I?” She tossed the reminder of her treat away and rubbed her sticky hands on her pants and smiled at the girl. “What I gotta do, just pop a balloon? Easy peasy! Y’asked the best person to come and help ya.” She pushed up the sleeves to her flannel shirt and surveyed the set-up. “See, the trick is ta keep yer arm at a ninety-degree angle and the dart at eye-level.” With a teasing grin she lightly elbowed Delphi in the side and said, “You can keep the lunch but if I can get you this reindeer I want visitation rights.”

rocking back on her heels eagerly, delphi shot the approaching stranger a friendly smile. “it’d be a crime!” she joked with a tiny laugh before handing the redhead the last dart carefully. she was glad she hadn’t stumbled across anyone rude who would’ve likely ended up telling her to fuck off, and this girl seemed really genuine so far. today wasn’t gonna be so bad, after all.

while the other woman explained the best way to throw for these games, delphi listened intently, wanting to remember this for the next time she decided to play one of those tricky little carnival games.

Gabe didn’t really have too much time for the holiday festival, or a lot of love for the holiday season as a whole, if he was being honest. It signaled that the anniversary of his mother’s death was coming, and after the whole chain of events it had prompted last year, and the fact that he had found Bekah this year… He didn’t know what the season was going to be like this year. Still, it was his lunch break and he figured it would be more interesting than sitting in Old Mel’s doing homework and listening to Valencia’s shrill voice.

His attention caught by someone calling out to him, Gabe paused, making a beeline towards Delphi once he recognized her. “You assume I can do better why? Don’t be fooled by the fact that I’m a Quidditch star dearest Delphi, sports are not my forte.”

far too happy to have caught a friend’s attention, delphi’s smile was wide and eager as gabe approached. still, it wobbled and turned into a stubborn pout when gabriel tried to assert his opinion on the matter, convinced he wouldn’t be able to accomplish the great quest delphi was trying to bestow upon him. she believed in him! so he needed to believe in himself, too!

He really hadn’t planned to stop and do anything while he was at the Winter Fest, he just wanted to get a feel of the atmosphere, maybe sneak some booze, or flirt endlessly someone. He hadn’t successfully done any of those by the time the girl had called out to him, he turned on his heel with a quirked brow. He looked from the dart to the balloons, “That’s a lot of pressure.” he said approaching her.

He took the dart from her hands, and smiled, “Lunch, or something? With you?” He turned to face the board, squinting, he lined his wrist up with a balloon on the top row of the board. If he aimed a little higher then… “You’re lucky I use to do archery.” He stuck his tongue out in concentration as he released the dart. The loud pop of the balloon made him smile triumphantly. He turned towards her, smug smile on his lips, “How was that?”

“aw, but i believe in you! i think you can do this.” delphi’s grin was sweeter than sugar, trying her best to convince the stranger she’d called over to help her out. “with me!” she reasserted with a nod, leaning against the booth. “unless you want something else, of course..” she wasn’t entirely sure what to offer, but she was always open to negotiating.

delphi watched, captivated and maybe just a hair nervous as he lined up his shot. the pop of the balloon made her gasp and then grin triumphantly, bouncing on her heels excitedly as the person running the game handed her the reindeer. “yes! that was amazing—you’re incredible! thank you!”

“–I just want to know what poor, simple person’s terrible decision making skill put my dad on the baking contest’s judge panel…And why they hate me.” 

it wasn’t that it necessarily mattered whether or not delphi won the cute little stuffed reindeer, but it mattered a little. she didn’t want to walk away from the game empty handed, and especially not empty handed and feeling like an idiot for not winning such a simple game. so far, she had two of the three balloons popped that she needed, but ponying up to take the last shot had her biting at her lower lip. she’d already targeted the easiest ones to hit. now she was stuck. “..hey! you should come help me win this reindeer.” 

Grace watched her for a while before she even thought of approaching, a perfectly shaped brow lifting a little in mild interest at what exactly might be going on in front of her as the odd blond girl stroked a deck of cards. Tarot cards. This one was definitely an odd duck; Seacrest seemed to have it’s very own Luna Lovegood. After a moment, Grace approached, blinking for a moment as the girl addressed her, face composing into a mask of polite interest. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be able to tell like.. the future with those things?”

“um. i mean, kiiinda? everyone claims they do different things.” one shoulder lifting in a distracted shrug, delphi hummed in thought. the general consensus for most was that, yes, the cards could absolutely predict the future. or that tarot cards were linked to the devil. that one was also very common. little old church ladies made sure she knew that whenever she had her cards on hand near them.

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“I can feel you standing right there. Seat’s not taken…If you want to join me, that is.” 

spreading out the cards in front of her, face up, delphi hummed. she’d wanted this deck for ages, and now that it’d finally arrived, she wanted to spend her time looking at each of the cards, getting a feel of them. while she adored the rider-waite alma had given her, she wanted to expand, get used to working with different cards. the starchild tarot was a blend of colors, all bright and comforting. when she ghosted her fingertips over the cards, things felt.. sunny. like the warmth of the springtime sunshine on her cheek, or the crown of her head. a little tingle bloomed in her knuckles, not prickly like pins and needles, though. it was nice.

DELPHI’S CLOSET - I WANT TO BELIEVE!!!