GP - dreaming of a black christmas

[lcrpg_npc]

The repurposed railway arches that housed Beagle's bar and restaurant were decked in shades of black: black christmas trees glittering with sparkly and satiny black ornaments, black wreaths with perfectly tied bows, black garlands draping along the walls and bar, ribbons edging the long banquet benches in the restaurant dining room. A gentle snow seemed to fall from the ceiling, a specially designed lighting effect much more pleasant than the cold and wet that would've accompanied real snow. Christmas music played over hidden speakers, setting the mood without interfering with conversation.

The Kraken Black Christmas feast was a different spin on the holiday than you'd find most places, and yet, a christmas feast all the same. All the flavors of the season were there, both in the bar's specialty cocktails and in the feast itself, served banquet-style to those fortunate enough to get tickets - mulled wine, egg nog, roasts and stuffing and puddings, and so much more. Yet the food and drinks all shared the same theme as the decor, shades of black augmented with squid ink, charcoal, or black sesame seeds.

Guests had been encouraged to continue the theme with black festive attire, but it wasn't required, and spots of color could be found here and there along the table or mingling in the bar. There was one thing everyone could agree on, though. No matter how black the theme, the mood was anything but dark.

Comments

[wandandawolf]

"He does like being memorable," Remus mused. "But if you do organise this movie night of yours, invite me along and I'll bring him in tow. We used to say at school it was never a proper party until Sirius got punched in the mouth."

[akatawitch]

"His hands start following his words, I'll do more than punch him in the mouth," Sunny promised flatly.

[wandandawolf]

"If he gets handsy," Remus told her firmly, "I'll hold him down while you kick him. But it's only ever been his mouth that's a problem, I promise."

[akatawitch]

Sunny's eyebrow went up. "I'd be worried, if I didn't also have friends I can't take anywhere nice."

[wandandawolf]

Remus coloured a little. He'd said worse, far worse, about Sirius to his face. But that was different: Sirius and he knew what each other was about, and even when other students had said similar, well, they knew what Sirius could be like at his best. And they knew he was a Black.

Not for the first time, Remus was hit with just how insular Hogwarts had been, how closed and parochial wizarding society was. You tended to forgive people a lot when almost everyone was second cousins twice removed. "Well, he just...takes a bit of getting used to," he murmured, suitably abashed. "But it's hardly required. Still. do invite us, please: it'd be lovely to get to know more people."