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[mnt_raph]

*Raph tromps in from the lake dressed all in black save for the red scarf tied around his neck and carrying a sizable box of wrapped presents, which he sorts and places under the tree.
Meg, Peter, Elizabeth, Angelina, Andrew, Tim, Bernard, Bartleby, Fleur, Alanna and Snow please click here for your gifts.

At any rate, he's beyond surprised to see gifts for him under the tree. The once mostly empty box is full again. He makes his way over to a table and just gawks at the boxes. There are names he recognizes; Alanna, Peter, Angie, Bernard Fleur, and...wait who's Ron again? A stocking he didn't even know he had is full of candy he didn't know existed. There are three boxes that have no From name listed, and one he can only assume is for him, though he's going to ask Death about this To Death's Prettyboy Boyfriend of hers.*

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil, passing with a tray of nibbly things in baskets, grins at Raph.

"Hey there," he says. "Did you have a nice Christmas?"

[mnt_raph]

*Raph look of bewilderment turns to one of happy recognition*

Truth? I was kinda hidin' from it.
How goes with you?

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"Hiding? Why Raph, what a good idea! Wish I'd thought of it," Gil says with a tired laugh. He sets a dish of mixed crisps, peanuts and paradoxes on the table beside Raph's packages.

"It all went very well actually - no fights that I've heard about. Nobody picked on any of the rats. I understand there were some pretty good parties." He grins. "We - that is the rats and I - are planning one of our own when everything has calmed down. Want to come?"

[mnt_raph]

*Raph eyes the dish of snacks, and snags one of each*
Sounds like a good idea. Bet you guys were swamped, huh?
*He looks wary*

I don't gotta wear a stupid hat do I?

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil giggles. "No of course you don't. If we get permission, it'll be staff plus their dates and just food, drink, chat, a bit of music if any of the musicians feel like honouring us. I suppose it all depends on whether the Servete spell is working or not."

[mnt_raph]

*Raph does a show of looking relieved.*

Yeah, what's up with that thing anyways? The spell I mean.

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil shrugs. "I have no idea. It took Sirius quite a lot of experimenting to find a spell that worked really well. Maybe each wizard has different ways of doing things."

He looks thoughtful. "I know I'm not powerful enough now to make a spell like that even though I manage fine with the cooking charms and stuff. Maybe one of the real stars, the very powerful wizards - like young Tim or Mr Pettigrew - could reinstate it."

He smiles again. "Have you eaten yet, Raph? Can I get you anything?"

[mnt_raph]

You know, you could just do something crazy and let someone else cater the food. Give you a day off.

*he smiles slightly at the mention of day off*

Me? Nah, I'm just munchin'. Thanks though.

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"A day off?" Gil says the words as though trying out a new flavour. "But where would I go?" He grins. "Spending a day sat on my own in my room wouldn't be much fun and ditto out by the Lake would be a bit cold. I think working is much more fun but I miss having time to chat to people - and I really miss doing my specials. Loki gave me a new recipe book and there are some lovely things in there to try out on the customers."

He pats Raph on the arm. "I'll ask Bernard and Bigby about the party though."

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

The Hyde who's not going to make an entrance post later this evening wanders by, probably half-awake and in search of coffee. He blearily raises a hand to Raph as he passes.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph snickers*

G'mornin' Starshine.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"The earth says hello," Hyde mumbles back. He pours himself a cup of coffee and procures a cheese Danish and wanders back Raph's way, sitting down next to him without invitation (provided Raph is, indeed, sitting).

"You tinkle above us, we pass wind below."

[mnt_raph]

*He is indeed sitting. Sitting at a table coverd in presents labelled for him.*

I don't know what's worse, the fact that you know it...or the fact that I do. How goes, man?

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde chuckles, sipping his coffee. Slowly, slooooooowly. Not quite awake-ly.

"I'm wakin' up. Enjoying your room, man. I put a black light in there." He glances at Raph. "Hope you don't mind, but I needed something for the poster."

[mnt_raph]

Black light, huh?

*Raph stores that bit of info for later*

Hey, it's your room...do what you like.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"Cool." Hyde nods, sips more coffee. His eyes wander over Raph's treasure trove.

"Wow, man. Quite a stash you got here."

[mnt_raph]

Yeah, no shit right?
*he sighs as he looks at the presents.*

I don't know where to start...or if I even want to....

[balletrat]

Raph!

*Meg pounces.*

I haven't seen you all Christmas 'cept for when I was a butterfly and I never got to give you your present!

[mnt_raph]

MEG!
*The tone is just slightly startled. Before he can stop it, the question comes out*

You were a butterfly?

[balletrat]

Oh. *Meg looks slightly sheepish.* Er. Yeah. My aunt. You know. But. Besides the point! Christmas!

[mnt_raph]

*You can see it when he wonders "Which Aunt?" and then decides he'd rather not know.*

Christmas indeed. I'm...kinda swamped by it.
Your gift from me's under the tree.

[balletrat]

*Meg waves a hand distractedly.* I'll get it later, I've got a fair few under there, I just had to make sure I remembered to give you yours - and here it is! *She pulls out of her tutu two large packages, wrapped in matching lime-green scarves.* Er. Well, they are, rather. One of them's to match with the one I got my aunt not the aunt who turned me into a butterfly so you can rest easy on that one I don't think Death does that sort of thing - *She pauses, rather breathless, then concludes -* and the other one's just for you.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph looks at the presents with an eyebrow raised*

Was there somethin' in there about matching?

[balletrat]

I got you and Death two things that are the same, *Meg explains cheerfully.* Because I think they're fun. And if you're going to drink White Russians then you ought to at least look the part, right?

[mnt_raph]

OH now I really don't wanna know.

*But he takes the presents anyway, and very carefully cuts them open with a throwing knife*