December 6th - 3pm
Outfit

Holidays meant little to Euphemia, it wasn’t like she had a close bond with her family and was dying to spend time with them. She was quite happy within the confines of the cold castle. She enjoyed entertaining the idea of staying at Hogwarts over the holidays, but of course due to appearance sake that was not to happen. So instead she would return home, to her cold large manor she called home. Sure she was the parents’ favourite and would be spoiled like crazy but this twelve-year-old girl could care less about the company.

If Euphemia had been a muggle girl and knew what Santa was, she would probably doe anything and everything in her power to destroy Santa photos and figurines. Heck even as a small child would have never believed in the fat guy. She really treated Christmas like any other day, asides from the fact she got everything her heart desired at the time in the form of a present. In keeping with the distaste for the holiday as she sat in the festively decorated Great Hall, she had a delightful grin of pleasure upon her face as she sent charms out to shatter a few Christmas decorations.

After a while she grew tired of such childish antics as vandalism, and wanting to continue to get away with it she decided to draw. She had her notebooks and parchment with her, she was supposed to bed studying but she did enough reading as it was, making studying seemed somewhat pointless at the moment. She did not draw with a quill like people normally did but with a spell she was taught while she was younger. She used ink from her inkpot and then used her wand to splatter the ink to the page and make it take shape, and move. Euphemia loved watching the pictures move in the way she desired them, she watched as people that had resemblance to Turkey and that things friends were being engulfed by Devil’s Snare. She relished in the thought that were it real Turkey would be in such pain.

The thing that interrupted her amusement of her drawings was the sound of someone humming a Christmas Carol. The tune made her skin crawl and her face take the form of a grimace. She turned to find the culprit of the offending sound. She began to imagine the sound maker screaming rather than humming as she brought pain to them for being so annoying. Euphemia wished that bloody awful sound would stop.

She quickly grabbed a large book from her side and heavily let it land on the table in front of her making a loud sound. She hoped that would make the person stop, but it didn’t because they were of course that dense. She opened the book on deadly curses and attempted to read, something pleasant to distract her from the sound maker. Unfortunately this did not work.

“Shut up!” She said loudly, “That is an insufferably cheery sound and the pain it causes to me is like razorblade cuts appearing on the skin.” She glared at the humming person, wishing them pain and suffering.