Snow was swirling against the icy windows once more; Christmas was approaching fast. Hagrid had already single-handedly delivered the usual twelve Christmas trees for the Great Hall; garlands of holly and tinsel had been twisted around the banisters of the stairs; everlasting candles glowed from inside the helmets of suits of armour and great bunches of mistletoe had been hung at intervals along the corridors.
so I found this opened on my ipad in the morning and Im genuinely pissed, as I don’t remember drawing it, which means I overdosed on my meds. gg wp, idiot
but Im l i v i n g for the baby au’s, so here we go bebe