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[robbaerywrites]

“Is your house on fire?”

Becca had flung the door open, brimming with excitement when it had rung and her friends had started to arrive for her Chrismukkah party. She’d been even more excited that her boyfriend had managed to arrive ahead of everyone else; they’d both been so busy since they’d gone home for the holidays that this was the first chance she’d gotten to see him. She flushed in embarrassment, though, when he inquired about the wave of smoke that seemed to follow after her as she greeted him, and she took a step back, leaving Oliver on the doorstep. “Um... you know how bad I am at making cookies,” Becca admitted sheepishly, her fingers wrapping around the wand that was in her pocket.  “You can stay out here if you want to breathe while I go get rid of the smoke, I won’t be offended, I promise.” 

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[robbaerywrites]

“I don’t want to spend the Holidays dead!”

“Dude, you just listed like seven different scenarios that are gonna leave you dead. You stay home on New Year’s, people burn you at the stake. You go to Camelot, Emily murders you. You go to Neverland, seeing fairies try to talk to me makes you wanna throw yourself off of a tower of your castle. That’s three but in your heart I know it feels like seven, so... how about we just go to Neverland, sneak away before the ball drops, and I’ll find a more fun way to nearly kill you instead?”

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[robbaerywrites]

“I hope nobody I know drives by and sees me standing in the yard staring at the house in my pajamas.”

“Those are sweatpants,” Emma replied drily, shaking her head at her stepsister as she continued to tug on her hand, pulling her through Dunbroch castle and in the direction of the outdoors. When she’d seen snow cascading past her through her window, she’d thought she’d been dreaming, but no -- it was a Christmas miracle, and Emma wasn’t going to miss out on one of the few things whose absence had made her homesick for Arendelle. “Come on, Persephone, no one’s going to be out driving in the snow anyway! Can’t you just... enjoy it with me? You said it yourself, it hardly ever snows here in Dunbroch, we should have fun with it while it lasts! Plus catching snowflakes on your tongue is good luck, who doesn’t want that?” she pleaded, her smile widening as she realized that there was less tugging and more of Persephone following her lead now as the front door approached.

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