@brigittecrabbe
The Holidays were probably the only time Pandora’s usual giddy demeanor was warranted. She loved the lights and the cheer, and it gave her an excuse to dote on everyone she loved with gifts and parties. Of course, she tried to do this all year long, but was often met with less than eager participants given it could be considered a bit exhausting. None the less, rather than being within her own home, she was actually paying a visit to a dear friend. And, much like always, she wasn’t going to just go to someone’s home empty handed.
Xenophilius had told her time and time again that bringing something with her wasn’t always needed. But that was like talking to a brick wall, since the young woman was very much set in her ways. She had spent a good chunk of the evening before making the tarts she had tucked into the silver snow-flake studded box in her gloved hands. This was also the time of year where Pandora’s attire didn’t seem so outlandish. Though, she still argued that she’d much prefer to be caught dead than not dress her best when going out in public.
“Oh, Brigitte!” She cooed it rather lovingly, humming to herself cheerfully in her pale pink coat whose collar was of fluffy fur, same with the ends of the sleeves and bottom. Today felt more like a pink and white day for her, and it wasn’t like she didn’t have the clothes to support such a decision. “Such a pretty house...” Pandora couldn’t help but let her eyes wander as she waited, “Maybe I should have brought her present--Hm, No, it’s too early.” Dora shrugged, not caring if talking to herself was odd. Her husband wrote and owned the Quibbler, so any habits she showcased were minimal compared to what he was dishing out.
