Phakitew is the prettiest season, the design of the island's landscapes and characters are the best of the franchise. I love how weird and terrible everyone is, Sugar is the best character of the season and that love drama with Sky and Dave was very funny and enterteaning to watch. This season is leagues better than the boring mess that is ROTI, wich would be the fairest comparison.
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Now up: Dave tries to be suave. It kind of works, somehow!
Dave reached the top of the tower, pausing to catch his breath at the door to the Owlery. “I really should have just borrowed someone else’s owl at breakfast,” he panted. “I hate coming up here.”
He pushed open the door, shivering as he entered the cold, drafty room.
“Oh—Dave! Hi!”
He spun around to see Sky sitting in one of the large, glassless windows, a Northern Pygmy owl sitting on her shoulder and a book open in her lap.
“Oh! Sky! Hi! Hey, that rhymes!” A beat passed. “Hi,” he said again. “So, uh—what are you doing up here?”
“I just like to come up here and think sometimes.”
“Why? It’s so cold,” Dave said, crossing his arms. “Not to mention dirty, with all these stupid birds dropping their feathers and poop and—”
He suddenly noticed that every conscious bird in the room seemed to be glaring at him, and Sky—her owl still sitting on her shoulder—looked a bit cross as well. He quickly cleared his throat. “So, uh—w-what you got there? A letter?”
Sky jumped a bit as Dave pointed to her book; inside was a piece of ordinary notebook paper, clearly distinct from the parchment that everyone at school used. “Oh—yeah. It’s from my—one of my friends back home.” Dave was so nervous himself that he didn’t seem to notice Sky’s sudden stutter.
“Oh. Cool, cool.”
Dave rocked on the balls of his feet, waiting for Sky to say something else. She stared back.
“So, do you...need to use an owl or something...?”
“What? Oh, right!”
He quickly took a letter out of his pocket, woke up one of the many school owls lining the walls and sent it away. Then he turned back to Sky, taking a deep, silent breath. Okay, Dave, here’s your chance. Just try to act cool.
"So, uh...are you planning to stay at school? For that...Yule Ball thing, I mean?”
"Um...I’m not sure. I wasn’t really planning on going.”
Dave felt his stomach plummet to his knees, but he leaned against the cold stone wall, trying to look insouciant. “Yeah. I mean...it sounds pretty stupid, doesn’t it?”
“...Actually, I really liked the idea. I just...didn’t really plan on finding a date.”
Dave’s heart swelled and sank at the same time. It was a rather peculiar feeling. “Oh. Well, when I said stupid, I didn’t mean that, you know, you’re stupid. Smart people can like all sorts of stupid things!”
Sky’s eyes widened, then narrowed, and Dave groaned, slapping himself on the face. “Wait! I always say dumb things just before I ask a girl—” He paused, taking a deep breath. “Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?”
For a moment Dave looked hopeful as Sky just stared. Then Sky’s face contorted, and she suddenly let out a belch so loud that several owls woke up and began to hoot indignantly.
“Sorry! That always happens when I’m—”
“Nervous! I know! I mean,” he chuckled, “I remember before our last Quidditch game, you burped so loud that...” He caught the look on her face. “Still...doing it. So...was that belch a yes, or a no?”
She hesitated. “It was a ‘yes,’ but—”
Dave’s swollen heart had quickly leaped back into its proper place. “Don’t want to hear the ‘but!’ As long as you want to go, I’m golden.”
“But, Dave—”
It was too late; he had already turned and strutted out of the room, too high on his own success to be listening.
* * *
Ella had fewer birds than usual, since most had already flown south to escape the Ontario winter, but she was still humming merrily as she went to breakfast, as graceful and pretty as one could look in a standard black school robe.
Glancing up, she noticed her beloved also approaching the Great Hall, looking even handsomer than usual with his back straight and his head held high. She walked quicker to catch up with him, one of her fluttering friends landing on her shoulder so that he wasn’t left behind.
“Good morning, Prince David!”
Dave looked back, his large grin fading slightly. “I keep telling you, you can just call me ‘Dave.’ Oh, wow.”
They had just walked into the Great Hall, which had been decorated for Christmas during the night; a Christmas tree was standing in every corner, holly and mistletoe decorated the walls, and the candles hanging in the air were now all red, green or gold. Dave (who had not been around to here Chef Hatchet grumbling as he did all that work the previous night) found himself grinning.
“Ah...isn’t this the best time of year! Isn’t today just the best day ever?”
Ella clapped her hands cheerfully as she stood with Dave in the doorway. “Well, someone seems happy this morning!”
“Yeah. Just...really excited for the dance on Christmas, I guess.”
Ella’s breath caught in her throat, and she leaned in closer, her cheeks turning pink. “Really?”
“Yeah. I'm going with someone very special—”
“Oh, David, I’m so—”
“—and I guess I’m just—so excited that she said yes! I mean, I was never really sure if Sky was actually into me, but—well, anyway, sorry to start gushing like that,” Dave said, finally turning back to Ella but somehow missing the shocked look on her face. “I’m gonna go get breakfast. Hope you’re day’s as good as mine!”
He strutted toward the Ravenclaw table, singing “Walking Through a Winter Wonderland” under his breath. Ella remained rooted in the doorway for a moment; her bird friend cooed and rubbed its head against her cheek. ELLA sniffled, turned and ran back into the corridor.
“HEY! Watch where you’re going!” Max snapped as she ran past, almost caused him to spill his bag of potion ingredients.
