Third Floor Common Room; Saturday Evening [12/28].

[howareyanow]

Wayne fucking loved Christmas, there was no doubt about that, and, by the time he'd finished with everything back at the farm, there was hardly any time left before Christmas, and it didn't make a whole lot of sense to go back to school for maybe two whole fucking classes and then go right on back to Letterkenny for Christmas, so he'd pert'near decided to just stay put for a while. But now that Christmas and Boxing Day was out of the way, it looked like he was heading on back finally.

And straight into an Impromptu (but not really, since he'd been planning it, just didn't tell anyone) Belated Christmas Party.

Look. He had gifts for everyone, you see, and giving out gifts during a Christmas party was tradition, and everyone knew how Wayne felt about tradition. Even if it was December 28th. But fuck all if Fandom ever really cared about things like proper dates and reality and what-have-you in the first place.

He may have even sent out a few messages. He may have also sent squirrels out to alert people, feeling like a real fuckin' Disney princess over here, and then he got things set up, which mostly just involved food and stuff for Christmas drinks (classy ones, though, gotta keep it classy until midnight, when it would be time for the Three Wisemen), Christmas movies on rotation on the TV, and Wayne, set off to the side in an armchair with a small little Christmas tree sitting on a table beside him (because a tree was tradition), ready to dole out gifts.

He made sure the first gift went out to Prompto, though, because while he really didn't care too much for the weird skid kid, he was still a friend and Nina's brother now, apparentleh, so he got a gift, and an important one for the night, too. Prompto was no Bonnie McMurray, but he was a good photographer, so Wayne could entrust in him a disposable camera to keep all the memories of the night.

If the guy would ever stop gushing over the fact that Wayne had even gotten him anything and was giving him such an important task, to the point where Wayne just had to interrupt with a very firm, "Well, pitter-patter," and told Prompto to just send the next person over already.

It probably wouldn't be the best fucking Christmas ever, but it was still probably going to be a pretty darn good one.

[[ impromptu (but not really because I've been mostly planning this for weeks now) belated christmas party OCD is on the way up! Let's get at 'er! Up stupid early because I have to be at work stupid early, and a little SP more'n likeleh because of said stupid work, buuuuut I haaaaad to have Wayne do his Christmas gift thing! ]]