Imagine a theme park kinda like Disney but instead of a Disney theme it’s a Broadway theme. There could be a Phantom of the Opera haunted boat ride, a Carousel carousel, a Wicked indoor ride, a Rock of Ages Roller Coaster, The Secret Garden walkthrough garden maze. The parade would have floats featuring different shows. Themed restaurants would include a real life Lulu’s Pies from Waitress, a RENT Santa Fe restaurant, Mrs. Lovett’s Pie shop, a Something Rotten omelette stand… The possibilities are endless!
if you move again, I will stab you with a paint scraper,” Lardo snaps out, not
looking up from her canvas. She scratches her thumbnail over an imperfection in
the white expanse in front of her, flicking off the offending fleck.
sniffs from across the room, muttering to himself.
was that?” Lardo says, looking up at him sharply.
Lards! Nothing at all.” He’s quiet for another few seconds. “My nose itches.”
Lardo drops her head down to her chest and lets out a long-suffering sigh. She
tosses her pencil into the wells at the bottom of her easel and circles her
Move.” She chides him. Carefully, she reaches out and scratches gently along
the bridge of Nursey’s nose.
AN: It tisn’t the season but who doesn’t love the holidays? ;) I just want to say thank you for all of your patience! There should be another fic this week as well!
Christmas Eve at the Weasley’s was a magical, truly magical,
event. Arthur would chop down a large tree from the forest off of Ottery St.
Catchpole, and Charlie and Bill would help him drag it inside. Percy and Mrs.
Weasley took great care in stringing the lights and decking the branches with
ornaments and glittery tinsel. Bill would pull Ginny on his shoulders and she
would place the star on top, while Ron brought out the gifts to place
underneath the tree. The twins enchanted a toy train to huff and puff on the
rug before the fireplace, and everyone was in high spirits as snow drifted in
sheets in the yard.
Y/N had experienced this merriment once before, but it
seemed to be just as special the next year. Afterall, she had started dating
George on Christmas Eve and she looked forward to their private celebration on
the rooftop at midnight. While sometimes she felt out of place, the Weasley’s
always made her feel welcome and right at home. The bunch gathered around the
supper table - all of the redheads, Hermione, Harry and Y/N included. Mrs.
Weasley prepared a very succulent roast ham, as well as whipped potatoes,
roasted chestnuts, and a lovely pecan pie. The room was filled with noise, but
that didn’t mean it wasn’t filled with cheer.
“It looks delicious, Mrs. Weasley, really.” Y/N said,
placing her napkin in her lap.
“Oh, thank you dear.” She replied, sitting down herself. “I
do hope I made enough for everyone.”
Arthur Weasley was already three bites into his slice of
ham. Always very intrigued with Y/N, for she came from a half muggle family, he
started conversation right away.
“What is it that you called the game with the ball on the
ground? And the kicking?” He asked, spitting bits of food about. Mrs. Weasley
“Football, Mr. Weasley. The Americans call it soccer. They
have a world cup every few years, just like Quidditch.” Y/N replied.
“Yeah, dad. Y/N and her family got seats right next to the
muggle Prime Minister!” Ron said, excitedly.
Y/N flushed a deep red.
“I-It was an h-honor.” She stammered. “I am grateful for
Arthur smiled pleasantly, and went back to his food.
Catching a knowing glance from Harry, Y/N’s eyes focused on her food. Y/N’s
family was very wealthy, in contrast to the Weasley’s. While she knew that
neither party had any qualms about the other, she didn’t like to flaunt her
wealth. She thought that it was tacky.
“Next month you’re going to see the Weird Sisters in concert
aren’t you, Y/N?” Bill asked, excitedly. “Fred said that you’d got backstage
Y/N almost choked on her potatoes, but swallowed quickly and
dabbed at her lip with her napkin. All pairs of eyes at the table were on her.
“Y-Yes.” She said, quietly. “I feel very fortunate.”
Dinner progressed, and Y/N found herself saying very little.
She hadn’t found a balance between being ashamed about her wealth and being too
haughty. It seemed as though the differences between the families were
shockingly obvious. Students at school who were particularly nasty would taunt
George about it, and while he put on a brave face, Y/N knew he felt a little
embarrassed. Her clothes were always brand new, in comparison to the Weasley’s
hand-me-downs. Her potions equipment was bronzed, and her cauldron was top
quality. Many of the Weasley children had to share equipment, and Ron’s
cauldron was being held together by spell-o-tape.
After their meal was finished, Fred and Harry helped Mr.
Weasley clean up the table, and Mrs. Weasley served the pie. Once everyone was
full, they all sat by the fire and watched the train whistle. Gradually
everyone slipped off to bed, except for George and Y/N.
“I’m almost ready to head out to the roof, I just have to
put some finishing touches on your gift.” George said.
He hadn’t said much at dinner, refusing to make eye contact
with Y/N after Ron and Bill’s display. He ate his food quietly, and seemed
rather jumpy when Fred tried to coax a conversation out of him. Y/N worried she
had said something to upset him, and that she had ruined their one-year
anniversary. As he scampered up the stairwell, Y/N pulled out her gift to him.
It was wrapped very neatly, in red and white paper. Little
holiday sayings littered the wrappings and they were enchanted to glow brightly
in the dim lighting. The ribbon was curled expertly, and she had carefully
scrawled his name on the tag in her best print: “Georgie <3”. She put it
behind her back, and carefully climbed the staircase, ducking out the window to
George was having a minor nervous breakdown in him and
Fred’s room. While Fred was in his underpants, flopped over on the bed and
snoring peacefully, George rushed about the room, ruffling paper and craft
supplies. He tried his best to dress up the gift, but no matter how hard he
tried, it looked pathetic. The package was made of three different wrapping
papers, spell-o-tape binding everything together. Multiple different Santa
Clauses waved merrily at him, some in sleighs, some carrying sacks, and all
bumping into each other from the wrapping job. George winced, hoping that the
darkness of the night would work in his favor.
He crawled out onto the pitch of the house, and stopped dead
in his tracks. Y/N was sitting, her legs dangling off of the side, and George
was completely speechless. The stars looked like they sparkled in her y/h/c
hair perfectly, but their shine was lackluster compared to her y/e/c eyes. They
glimmered in the night like expensive jewels. When she turned to look at him,
she smiled and his heart stopped completely. Y/N was the most fantastic girl in
the world and his stomach trembled at what she would think of his gift.
“Georgie, open yours first!” Y/N said, excitedly shoving her
package into his lap as soon as he sat down.
He chuckled, trying to relax his nerves, and ran a hand
through his wild auburn hair. He held the package between his hands and Y/N
snuggled into his arm. His brown eyes danced into half-moons with adoration at
his lovely girlfriend. George opened the package very carefully, lifting up the
tape in a way that did not rip the parchment. Y/N watched his every move with
When he finally got the wrapping off, he put the ribbon and
paper to the side, saving it because he thought it was beautiful. There was a
lump of shockingly green fabric. Curious, he tugged it upwards and the cloth
unfurled. It was a jersey from the Irish National Quidditch Team, and for the
second time that night he was speechless.
“Y/N… love…” He croaked, once he was able to get a word out.
“Look at the back Georgie!” She squealed with excitement.
He turned it around, and noticed a dark and messy scrawl on
a bit of the back. His name was there, written along with a short note and a
sloppy signature. George felt as if electricity was surging through his veins.
He was so excited and at the same time so reluctant to give his gift to Y/N.
She watched him very cautiously with bated breath, afraid that she had shamed
him with her extravagant gift.
“It’s… Barry Ryan…” George murmured.
Y/N became limp. Was it the Keeper that he liked or was it
one of the Chasers?
“Th-That’s your favorite right? Ryan’s the one you like?”
She questioned, wanting to make sure.
“Yeah… he signed it… for me?” George said, exasperated.
“Do you like it?” Y/N asked.
“It’s… so perfect.” George said.
His cheeks were dusted with pink as he brought his gift from
behind his back to show her. Y/N did indeed notice the wrapping, but she
thought it couldn’t have been more perfect. It showed that George really tried
to make it look presentable for her, and that he’d worked so very hard on it.
She took it from him carefully, and exercised the same amount of caution that
he did while opening it. Y/N placed every scrap of paper in a neat pile by her
side, saving them.
Because she thought it was beautiful.
As she tore away piece by piece she slowly uncovered the
present that was waiting for her. On the top was fabric as well. She unraveled
it to find a beautiful white scarf, made out of very soft material. Below it
was a small, leather bound book. The front was painted with wildflowers, and as
she thumbed through it, she saw that most of the pages were blank and lined.
The first few pages had been written in.
George had written her a love note and pasted in a
photograph of the pair. In it, Y/N was sitting on George’s lap, smiling and
chattering with their friends. His arms were wrapped around her, and he planted
a kiss on her cheek, looking at her as if she was the most entrancing thing in
the entire world.
Y/N was confused. Flourish and Blotts didn’t sell journals
like this. Their journals were spiral bound, and made of much denser paper.
“Georgie…” Y/N said, softly.
George was ready to rip his hair from his head. She had gone
to all of this trouble to get this signed for him and what had he gotten her? A
bloody notebook and scarf.
“I know, it’s not much.” George said, pulling her into his
lap. “And I’m really, really sorry. I took some odd jobs to try and save for
something really nice, but…”
Y/N put her hand over his mouth.
“George, where did you get this notebook?” She asked.
He shifted uncomfortably.
“I, erm.” He seemed to not want to tell her.
She waited patiently, staring down at the cover in her
“I made it.” He said. “I know you love to write. And-and I
like to hear your poems and stories. So I bought the leather myself, and I… I…
I painted the cover, and bound it as best as I could so nothing would fall out,
and I know sometimes you’re timid about starting new things so I put a little
note in there to encourage you.”
Y/N was still silent.
“And I know you’ve been eyeing that scarf in the window of
Madame Malkin’s for weeks now, and I really hoped that you hadn’t gone in to
buy it yet so I asked Madame Malkin to save it for me when I had the money to
Y/N was filled to the brim with emotions, and tears started
to drip from her eyes. George craned his neck to see what her expression was,
and felt like his heart was stomped flat when he saw her crying.
“Oh, Y/N! Shh, shh love, I’m so SO sorry.” He said, hushing
her and squeezing her tight. “I’m- I’m,”
“George this is the greatest gift I have ever gotten.” She
He stopped stuttering and held a look of confusion.
“Come again?” He said, blankly.
“No one has ever put this much thought into a gift for me
before. George, I can’t believe you bought my favorite scarf, and the- the
journal, it’s so wonderful. I love you so much, darling.” Y/N explained, tears
of joy dropping wildly from her eyes.
George was so relieved he almost passed out – or passed
away. He pulled Y/N back and kissed her firmly on the lips. She laughed, wiping
the tears from her eyes, and the two watched the moon sail over the stars as
they held each other close.
apparently it’s a kohl’s exclusive but i saw it on amazon?
the whole game is just “get to the party before discord!” which is… so mean. like the gameplay is fun but we had a whole episode about why not inviting discord to parties is a bad idea and hurts his feelings