Thinking about the Parliament Of Owls again and how they operate. Thinking about how cool it'd be if there were Courts (similar to Lodges) in all the cities within DC, but the Main Court is in Gotham and that's why the crime is so much worse there. Exploring the ways each Court Of Owls' plans for other cities, the ways they control things behind the scenes. I'd like to know what they get up to in metropolis and how long it takes for superman to realize they're in his city.
Anyways I ended up making these ↓
I can't decide what I like more but yeah. I kinda want more fics exploring the COO as more than just a Gotham cult, I wanna explore something bigger...
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DAY4 of @dzaddyjamespotter‘s advent calendar prompts
SANTA CLAUS
(read my other christmas drabbles here!)
The flock of owls flew in with everyone’s mail. Letters and parcels that ranged from the smallest wrappings that would carry a Remembrall, to the latest Broomstick swooped in to drop on the long tables in the Great Hall.
Lily’s came in a small basket, which was revealed to contain vanilla biscuits with adorable Christmas-themed decorations as icing.
She happily nibbled on some before offering to everyone around her.
Sirius was quick to voice out his fascination, having never been exposed to muggle traditions especially when it came to Christmas. James appeared to share the sentiment but was oddly more subdued, staring and mostly letting his eyebrows do the reacting. Remus was looking at both of them in an expression she was sure to also be displaying on her own– fondness.
It was her first Christmas away from her family. This wasn’t a decision of haste, or out of coercion, despite what many continued to believe. Admittedly, even she found the real reason hard to believe at times. But that was all it was, disbelief, only because it was absolutely surreal.
She wanted to spend Christmas with James.
“Don’t forget to leave some for Peter,” she said as James and Sirius continued to riffle through each design.
“What’s this?” Sirius asked, raising one biscuit.
“A reindeer.”
It was a simple answer, and yet it prompted an odd look to be exchanged between the three of them. An inside joke, it seems. She brushed it off with a roll of her eyes.
“And who is this?” It was James, this time, who asked. “This your dad or something?”
Just as Lily glanced up to discern the biscuit in his hands, Remus burst out laughing.
“What?” James glared at Remus, throwing the biscuit at him.
“Oi! No wasting my biscuits, Potter,” Lily chided but had to also hold back her own giggles.
“James, I’d like you to meet Santa Claus,” Remus eventually said when he’d recovered. “You too, Sirius.”
“What exactly is he?” Sirius asked.
“He gives gifts to everyone,” Lily supplied, “mostly children, but I hear he gives an exemption to adults on the nice list.”
Sirius scoffed. “You’re bullshitting me.”
“No, of course it’s not as easy as that,” Remus cut in, “but you can catch him while he’s on his trip around the world. Maybe you can talk to him about having your gift. Plead your case that you deserve to be on the nice list.”
Lily doubted that would be received as anything but farfetched given Sirius’ already rising suspicion, but she had underestimated James on her side…
“Catch him?” he reiterated.
She met Remus’ eyes, which were glinting with mischief. He was quick to disguise it as excitement for James’ brewing idea. “Yeah, that’s a thing muggle children do. Stay up on Christmas Eve to catch Santa.”
It just now struck Lily how much of a bloody expert Remus was with lying. He was twisting the truth with an ease that only someone who did it everyday would have. She figured it made sense, judging from who his roommates are.
“Yeah,” she chimed in, “just prepare some warm milk and cookies by the tree where he drops the gifts.”
“Nope,” Sirius declared. “I refuse to believe this. I know you’re lying, Remus. I’ve mastered all your tells.”
“Because I haven’t done it myself,” Remus bit back in defence. “But even if that’s the case, Lily is explaining it to you very clearly. Are you saying she’s lying too?”
“Well, Sirius? Are you?” Lily raised an eyebrow.
Sirius could only glare back. He may have lucked out with knowing Remus too well, but he was never going to be able to tell if Lily was lying. She didn’t have to be as skilled as Remus was. He was halfblood, while Lily was a muggleborn.
“Wouldn’t hurt to try, though, yeah?” James suggested quietly.
Sirius groaned.
“We can use my cloak. You two have to come with us, though. So if this Santa doesn’t show up Sirius and I can immediately set our revenge into motion.”
“Of course,” Remus said easily while Lily grinned back.
Why had she not thought of spending Christmas with them sooner?
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