The winter seasons were fast approaching. More people were starting to prepare for them, decorating their villages and homes, hosting more parties, practising singing, etc. It had even started snowing - a great sign for a white Christmas. Everything was so joyful and upbeat, to the point where it was even contagious.

However, even during these cheery, wintery times, there's always the grump. Take Jasper Duke, here. A wizard, hidden away in his house almost in the middle of nowhere. The reason it was 'almost' in the middle of nowhere, is because it was closeby to his hometown, where he grew up, went to school, learnt all of the magic and alchemy he knows today, etc. However, even though his family lived ever so close to him, he continued being a grouch.

One day, he was sat in his cauldron room, trying to create a new potion from his book, whilst his crow, Bazen, perched on an armchair. After a while though, there were some...Loud knocks on his front door, loud enough to cause Bazen to squawk and Jasper to drop in too much of the ingredient he had. He groaned, going to answer the door.

He went up to it, swiftly opening the door before snapping. "What, I was busy just then."