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adventdrabblesTitle: A proper holiday
Author:digthewriter
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Viktor Krum/Ron Weasley
Rating: PG
Prompt: Victorian Christmas
Snow lay thick over the roofs of Sofia, softening the city into pale lines and quiet shapes. Gas lamps glowed along the street, their light caught in frost. Carriages passed slow. Bells rang from a distant church.
It felt like a Victorian Christmas, careful and hushed, as if the night itself was holding its breath.
Ron arrived wrapped in borrowed wool, still unused to the sharp cold. Viktor guided him through the city with steady confidence. Shops showed candles, oranges, ribboned boxes. Windows held lace curtains and small fir trees dressed with simple ornaments. Inside the house, the air was warm with coal heat and spice. A long table stood ready. Candles burned low. Time moved gently.
After supper, snow began again. It tapped the glass and gathered on the sill. Music drifted from somewhere far away, thin and old. Ron felt the day settle into him, the travel, the welcome, the strange comfort of being chosen.
Upstairs, the house grew quieter. Shadows stretched along the walls. Viktor led him to a bedroom lit by a single lamp. The room was plain and solid, dark wood and heavy fabric, built for winter and waiting.
Coats were set aside. The door closed. The night deepened.
Outside, snow kept falling, slow and steady, covering the city while the house held its warmth.
Author:
digthewriterFandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Viktor Krum/Ron Weasley
Rating: PG
Prompt: Victorian Christmas
Snow lay thick over the roofs of Sofia, softening the city into pale lines and quiet shapes. Gas lamps glowed along the street, their light caught in frost. Carriages passed slow. Bells rang from a distant church.
It felt like a Victorian Christmas, careful and hushed, as if the night itself was holding its breath.
Ron arrived wrapped in borrowed wool, still unused to the sharp cold. Viktor guided him through the city with steady confidence. Shops showed candles, oranges, ribboned boxes. Windows held lace curtains and small fir trees dressed with simple ornaments. Inside the house, the air was warm with coal heat and spice. A long table stood ready. Candles burned low. Time moved gently.
After supper, snow began again. It tapped the glass and gathered on the sill. Music drifted from somewhere far away, thin and old. Ron felt the day settle into him, the travel, the welcome, the strange comfort of being chosen.
Upstairs, the house grew quieter. Shadows stretched along the walls. Viktor led him to a bedroom lit by a single lamp. The room was plain and solid, dark wood and heavy fabric, built for winter and waiting.
Coats were set aside. The door closed. The night deepened.
Outside, snow kept falling, slow and steady, covering the city while the house held its warmth.
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