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Bella Notte | Open

Gwaine was sitting in the kitchens at the Gryffindor house table, legs crossed. He couldn't sleep and had got the midnight munchies. Luckily, the house elves were always kind and accommodating. He smiled happily as a large plate of spaghetti and meatballs appeared in front of him. The elves that had brought the plate sat around him, chattering and swinging their legs. He started eating, listening intently. He loved the kitchens. It was the closest he got to home.

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Would you dress up like Santa or an elf?

Think sexy Santa, with braces and an open coat, and you’ve got it.

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ooc: thread posts

nobody puts baby (Kevin) in a corner. october monthly prompt kevintran-advanced wizard

teddy bear picnic monthly prompt open 

graceless encounters halfbloodwinchester 

posts I need to reply to:

muggles are muddling september monthly prompt lehnsherrofslytherin

teddy bear picnic november monthly prompt gwainethebabe

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want to go thrift shopping? | open

Gwaine walked out of the library and swung his bag over his shoulder. He started to meander down the corridor, picking at a loose thread on the cuff of his jumper. He gave it a tug, face falling when it started to unravel. "Shit." His clothes weren't the best quality. His Ma just couldn't afford it, even with Gwaine's extra money from doing odd jobs. He tried to loop the hole back together with the thread but ended up just making it bigger. Sighing, he snapped the thread with his teeth. Maybe there was a mending spell or something. Or maybe the Elves could fix it for him.

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burning in space | open

Gwaine sat on the edge of a bed in the Hospital Wing, impatiently tapping his foot. One hand was tapping out an alternate rhythm, while the other was beside him, submerged in a bucket of cold water. The peculiar flames had licked their way across his palm and up his arm, one reaching his elbow. The pain burnt bright like the fire had. Gwaine sighed, flexing his almost numb fingers, wincing in pain.

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owl post | open

Gwaine sat on the steps up to the Owlery, a large package wrapped in brown paper sitting on his lap. Perched on his shoulder was Nyx, his dusky barn owl. She was preening, occasionally choosing to run her beak through his hair instead. Gwaine sighed despondently. Unlike most people, he hated getting parcels from home, because they usually continued things he didn't want, but woe betide him if he didn't accept them. He pulled away the envelope stuck to the front and opened it first. 

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Sing me a song | SEE AN OPEN GOOD OKAY

Gwaine sat on a low stone wall in the courtyard, acoustic guitar in his arms, a welcome home present from his Ma. She'd dug it up in some charity shop. He'd been teaching himself to play all summer and had just about got the hang of it. He could play a few simple tunes now and it was lucky he'd returned to school, as his Ma had been getting sick of his repetitive playing. He strummed a tune, humming quietly. It made him feel surprisingly relaxed.