Christmas time. The best time of the year, apparently. Gifts, letters, kisses, snow, family time, seasonal depression, wait, what? Don't mention that! Only the good stuff. Whatever, whatever. To the point.

You had decided to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas this year, which was sort of a mistake, seeing as Dementors were just.. making it worse, to say the least. It was fine though. You had work to finish anyway, so that'd distract you, right?

Nah.

You were restless as hell today. Nothing was entertaining enough to keep your focus for longer than ten minutes. Potions? No. Essays? No. Random spells? No. No. Wrapping presents? No. Why is everything so fucking boring?

After pacing your room for a solid five minutes, you decided to go take a walk. Maybe that'll help? Eh, probably not, but worth a short. With that, you finally (and hesitantly) got dressed and left your dorm, then left your common room and.. Christ, you forgot how cold Hogwarts was during the winter. Damn the lack of doors. Stuffing your hands in your jumper pocket, you start in a random direction. Smart decision.. not.

As you round a corner, you stumble across.. a scene, that's for sure. Well, it wasn't that bad, just a very miffed Professor Lupin attempting to gather all these pygmy puffs that seemed to have escaped a cage Lupin was holding. The second you stop to watch what has happening, they puffs also freeze before one of them rolls over to you, quickly followed by all the others. Only then does Lupin look over at you.

“Those little fuckers..”

You help put them all back in the cage, and walk back to his office with him. When you both arrive, he immediately sets down the cage, a little too forcefully for your liking, and he sits down at his desk, taking a breather before looking up at you

“Fancy some tea while you're here? If not, please do stay for a chat. I'm rather bored and there's quite literally nothing to do with the lack of energy I have. I swear, those balls of fluff suck the energy of of you.”