Christmas is coming; the Hippogriff is getting fat

Please put a Sickle in Dumbledore's hat

If you haven't got a Sickle, a lemon drop will do.

If you haven't a lemon drop, then Merlin bless you!

As you can see, I'm getting into the Holiday spirit, which can only mean one thing. It's time for The Twelve Drabbles of Christmas 2007 Edition. It will be under it's own heading but the first one will be here.

One of the things is that they will sometimes not be canon compliant, meaning I'm still going to write about the poor (un)fortunate characters Ms. Rowling so ruthlessly offed in Deathly Hallows. If it bothers you, then Bah Humbug! These are my gift to you and a way to get me writing again. Feliz Navidad!

Wizard/Witch:Sirius Black/Emmaline Vance

Merrye Hippogriffs

Sirius sang loudly, "God rest ye merrye hippogriffs—""Any other talents I should know about?" Emmaline was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

His personal life had been nonexistent for a long time, he vaguely remembered what a woman's touch felt like. She came around often and lingered after meetings. He wanted to know her better.

Emmaline closed the distance between them, taking his hand. Sirius leaned forward, touching her face with trembling, unsure fingers. She lifted her lips to meet his.

"Talent indeed."

"I'm outta practice," he confessed.

"Practice makes perfect," she whispered, urging him up the stairs.