Snowy Cheer PV Closed

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Interacting With: @Astrea Soleil Neptune as iNPC, @Percival Gray, Lucas Dragamior, Assorted dNPC family members
Snow Court, Omsk, Russia
7 PM, December 24th
Outfit | Sitting Room
Mentioning: TBD
Hex Color: #20681A

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[font=Blackadder itc]Coded by Rafael D'Spacito[/font]

Christmas Eve has arrived. All-day, the staff has been preparing a small feast of roast turkey and decorating Snow Court for the evening's festivities. The evening will begin in the sitting room. A tree is set up in the corner, decorated with crystal baubles and floating candles. Fake snow is falling from the ceiling and small bowls of chocolates are set on the coffee table.

As you enter the room, a young man hands each member of the family, and their guests, a flute of champagne. Once seated, each attendee will have a small stack of gifts placed next to them. Each gift is wrapped in simple white parchment and tied with a ribbon, each attendee with a different colored ribbon. Everything is set up to run as smoothly as possible. Set up so Alexander and Natalia are sharing the white couch at the head of the room, Bella and Nickolai on there right, Lydia and Noah on the left, and the children opposite the grandparents, everyone has a place.

The two adult couples arrive first, greeting each other with smiles as cold as the outside air and words as fake as the snow falling into the room. Next comes the mistress and master of the house, Alexander and Natalia. Talk of the bank, health, and general society gossip follows as the adults wait for the children to arrive.

The first to arrive, the graceful heir. Dressed in a little white dress and wearing the jewels she received from her family for her birthday, she is the model of an angelic, highbred girl. Graciously accepting her flute of bubbly, Amara makes her over to her Grandmother. After placing a delicate kiss on her wrinkled cheek, Amara repeats this process with her mother and aunt before heading to her seat. Smoothing her dress and crossing her ankles, the Slytherin girl sits. Again, pleasant conversation follows. Questioning her grades, her friends, her eating habits, and her dueling successes. Grades, receive smiles; friends, receive grimaces; eating habits, recive a mix of 'you need to eat more' and 'stay skinny darling'.

Re-adjusting to the judgment, the scrutiny of her family takes a moment for a girl used to the freedom that being at school provides. Glancing at the clock in the corner the second year resists the urge to tap her foot impatiently. Where are the boys, at least Lucas should know to always arrive five minutes early to family events, and it only takes one glance at her grandfather to see that he feels the same way. An awkward pause in the conversation, before her Uncle Noah asks about the dueling team. There, something she can talk about easily. Sharing the story of her first success and making some light, somewhat rude remarks about Henry comes easily. Yet, since Halloween, talking badly about him hurts, it is not as easy or lighthearted anymore, no, not when he could have been in danger. But it comes to an end quickly as footsteps near the sitting room and the boys begin to enter. Let the festivities begin.