Mistletoeic Justice

[Waffle Whitledge]

December 24th

Waffle was fairly certain he was a genius. Like, legitimately. That was the only explanation for him being a part of the best prank of all time. Well, technically, the credit for the prank itself had to go to Peeves, but the execution of this iteration could almost entirely be chalked up to the group of people he'd aligned himself with to make it possible. 

His determination to cure his own boredom had led him and a small group of similarly inclined hooligans to plan a siege of Hogsmeade, with mistletoe as their weapon of mass destruction. They were replicating what Peeves had done at school a few years back - charming the plants so that anyone who passed near them would be unable to move unless they kissed someone else - on a much larger scale. They got to work the moment they arrived at home for the holidays and, with everyone pulling their weigh, the mistletoe was ready for deployment on Christmas Eve. 

They all snuck out to meet in the early hours of the morning. Then, plans were solidified and they got to work. By the time the sun was up, the wicked deed was done. They spent a long while patting each other on the back for their collective brilliance before dispersing to watch the chaos. 

Waffle got some good laughs out of the misfortune of a handful of his neighbors before he decided to head back home for a well deserved nap. The fires his actions started would be blazing all day; he had plenty of time to watch them burn later. 

He was walking up the road with a pep in his step, paying no attention to where he was going until he was forced to stop under a street lamp. About fifty different emotions flickered over his face as he realized what must have happened. Slowly, he turned his eyes upwards. Sure enough, there was an aesthetically pleasing arrangement of mistletoe hanging off the post and he'd been the one who climbed up and put it there. 

"Shit. Fuck. Damn it all to hell, Waffle, you absolute fool."

As it turned out, the universe had a cruel sense of humor too. 

@'Daffodil Potts'
@'Elsie Beauregard'

  

[Daffodil Potts]

With the term over and the holidays upon them, the shop was busy as ever, preparing arrangements and wreathes for Christmas. Daff didn't mind working in the shop, in fact she rather enjoyed it, though she was not the best with arrangements, she was pretty good with charming the wreathes to sparkle and to tie the bows just right. With everything else they had going on, her mum had decided to send her on a quick delivery up the the nice part of town with a bough of holly and a rather large wreathe. Thankfully the boxes had been charmed to be light enough for her to carry, but they were still a little awkward.

Daffy was proud of the wreathe though, the order had been rather... intricate and she had done her best to fulfill the wishlist. It had a charmed candle in the middle, a large red bow and an iridescent sheen to some of the baubles she'd attached. All in all, it was a little gaudy and not for her, but she'd tried to make it as tasteful as she could. With the crate in hand, she hummed along as she moved up into the nicer neighborhoods, amused by all of the decorations and cheer that came along with the walk.

Foot traffic lightened as she got closer to her destination and Daff got caught up in thinking about what she would be working on when she got back to the shop. It wasn't until she realized there was a carriage coming down the lane and getting close that she probably ought to move back toward the side of the road. She paused as it moved along and wanted to start on again, but something was keeping her resolutely in place. That's when she noticed a fellow schoolmate standing awfully close. "I suddenly find myself unable to move on, how about you?" She inquired airily, having missed his string of curses by daydreaming.