#utve starter

[ainsleyurq-blog]

“baking powder....” ainsley read from the list of ingredients, her voice a low murmur as she looked at the shelf in front of her. after a few moments, her eyes lit up, “ah----baking soda? is that what they meant?” baking had never been her forte, and she didn’t have house elves like her parents had-----but liam’s class was having a christmas party and he said everyone was bringing something in, and she didn’t want him to be the odd one out. “er----d’you know if these are the same?” she asked, gesturing to her list and the box of baking soda in front of her.

[valcarrow-blog]

“feliz navidad!” val waved her wand and a stream of garland burst forth, weaving itself around the christmas tree, “i will say one thing for dear old mom-----her eggnog recipe is great. really explains how all of her friends were able to put up with her----” she gave a small hiccup, spinning around on her heel to reach for another ornament and nearly slipping, “----during the holidays! but bitch-----where’s my reindeer ornament? i put it right here!”

[aurorabardvn]

"you know if it was up to me there should be a lot more glitter involved with christmas decorations.” she sighed, a smile bright on her face as she hooked an ornament on the freshly picked evergreen tree. she sneaked a glance around making sure no one was looking before carefully mumbling a spell to produce the glitter she wanted -- perhaps much too excitedly. with a puff, everything was frosted like a blanket of especially reflective snow. after a moment of shock, aurora spun on her heels witha  grimace trying to get as far away from the mess as possible. however her getaway plan had failed as she crashed into someone else, glitter fell from her hair and clothes -- still she was as defiant as she was guilty. “don’t look at me i didn’t do it!!!”

[annettebardonx-blog]

annette’s boots crunched the snow beneath her feet as she entered the leaky cauldron after a long day of christmas shopping in london. her list was nearly complete, though; just a few things left to buy and she’d be done. looking down at the pile of bags she’d somehow managed to carry through muggle london, it was clear she needed to condense her shopping. “thank god for shrinking spells, i don’t know how muggles get along without them! i----hey, no peeking!”

[warrickisms-blog]

Sammie was precariously balanced on the the toilet seat, tongue stuck out in concentration as he hung the final piece of enchanted mistletoe from the ceiling. He hummed as he worked to tie a tiny bow in the ribbon, and just as he finished, a sharp pain shot through his hand. Letting out an agonized howl, Sammie lost balance, slipping, and landing with one foot in the toilet and the rest of his body contorting oddly on the bathroom floor. 

“Motherfucking arsecrap shithole!” He cursed all in one breath, holding out his limp hand. His next words were directed to the mistletoe. “You absolute dick. I brought you to life, and this was how you repay me?” The mistletoe cackled. Sammie wondered if mistletoe murder would send him to Azkaban and decided that there was only one way to find out. He moved to stand up and reach for the scissors, only to find that there was no possible way to do so without leaving him spineless. In other words, he was stuck. 

"SOMEONE HELP,” he bellowed, using his one good hand to cup his mouth. “I’M STUCK ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR AGAIN. NOT DRUNK THIS TIME THOUGH. I SWEAR.”

[hcllfires]

“Jason,” Anna tried leveling with her toddler, “you’re going to be a ring bearer, not a ring bear.” She flicked her gaze towards the present company, though an amused smile almost gave her away. “Right??”

[ofscamander-blog]

“Hey– yeah, you– I know you have a spliff on you, don’t try to look innocent, I have the nose of a hound. Pass it over here.”

[nadiazabini-blog]

“what? ----no, i specifically said i want both muggle and magical photography done. lance has family that will want to have the photos in their house and they can’t very well show their friends moving pictures, can they? i----no, i don’t care what you have to do, i’m paying you to make sure i have exactly what i want at my wedding, am i not? ----perfect. i trust you’ll take care of it.” nadia turned back to the person who’d been trying to get her attention, “sorry about that----”