have yourself a merry little half-christmas.. [danny]

Jere was pretty sure there was no better time to spread cheer than half Christmas. And even though he and Danny typically ended up eating and smoking all of the cheer they had before getting to their friend's flats, it was the thought that counted.

Shuffling inside of Freya's apartment, Jeremy was distracted by the pizza the moment it was discussed, and it wasn't long before things went off the rail and the boys, fake beards and all, were wrestling on Tricky's sofa over scraps. "Give it!" Jeremy had yelled, not in any way discouraged by the bite Danny had already taken, as he finished off the slice with a proud (and heavily drunk) grin.

For a while, the wizards stayed in Freya's apartment, but like Santa has to hit every house on half Christmas, Danny and Jere were determined to make all of the stops today. And Jere had a very special one in mind. He was keen to visit his girlfriend's apartment, yes, that's right, girlfriend.

"And to all a good... middle of the year!" The drunkard said, waving his hand, slowing like he was at the end of a muggle movie and falling into a fit of giggles as the zip zap guy popped back into the hallway outside of Freya's flat. "Heyyyy~ we know youuu~" He slurred and prepared himself as much as he could for the magic that came next.

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Half Christmas? Ridiculous, she thought. Freya watched, amused, as the boys scrambled for the last piece of pizza. She folded her arms, shaking her head a little as if she wouldn’t have been triumphantly summoning it right to her, wand pointing, if she’d been drinking and part of the scrapping, too. They were honestly the most ridiculous people she’d ever met, but somehow she fit right in with them; it was comfy. She felt lucky to be included. The blonde moved to the couch, plopping down in the middle where they’d set up.

The time passed pretty quickly, though they lingered longer than she felt Jeremy wanted to. Freya had half a mind to go with them when they moved on, but she was having a happy, indulgent afternoon alone. “Don’t let him apparate,” she said to Jeremy, holding his cheeks in between her hands to make sure he looked right at her, but she was trying not to laugh. Danny had a tendency to do the stupidest things while drunk, and knowing that she’d protest, he’d been making jokes about trying it for the past twenty minutes.

“Merry Christmas!” she said, peeling Danny's beard off of her face and handing it to him. She let them out into the hall before closing the door.

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