Alright. 

It was Christmas time.  Arguably the worst time of the year (depending on who you talked to).  Dosia was definitely one of the people who found the holidays to be entirely too much trouble.  She would have liked if she didn’t have to buy a single gift.  Especially for the witch who already had everything.

Her sister was infuriatingly difficult to shop for, which was ridiculous considering Theodosia knew pretty much everything there was to know about her, down to her height, weight, measurements and all that.  So it was troubling she’d completely run out of ideas and it was only five days til Christmas.
 
It was officially time to call in reinforcements.   

After having sent a rather hastily written owl, Dosia was off to Diagon Alley to meet up with Jones.  He seemed the choice here – he was the thoughtful sort and she could use the wise judgment of someone who had lives in his hands every day… he could at least be trusted with helping her decide on a Christmas gift for Augustine. 

And since he was a guy, maybe he could help tell her like.. what smelled good and thigns like that.  She knew what she liked to smell like, and even her sister’s favored perfume blends but she always wondered what wizards thought of such things and how they’d come off to others.  She knew Tine would appreciate that thought going into it.  And it was the thought that counted… or so they said.

What would be good at counting right now was punctuality!  Wrapping her arms around herself, Dosia used her gloves to try and circulate her blood a little more in her arms. Damn it.  It was hard! She was never warm and winter was terrible.  Even the warm embrace of her knitted cloak wasn’t keeping her warm enough.  She’d curse at Jones when he arrived, for sure. 

How dare he keep her waiting when she was practically freezing.