RP: The Ligthing Ceremony
Date: 8 December 2005 (It's already Saturday in Oz)
Characters: The Cornfoot, Adrian, the Malfoys, Rodolphus, anyone and everyone who wants to come.
Location: Cornfoot Manor in Yorkshire
Private/Public: Public
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: It's my party and I cry if I want to.
Completion: Complete

William had always followed in his father's footsteps, and the Lighting Ceremony was no exception. However this was one tradition he didn't mind to uphold. They had taken Elizabeth out of school the day before to stay at the manor. Stephen and Adrian had chosen to stay there too. In the morning they had had breakfast together, before helping the house elves with the decorations. This was the one day of the year when everyone was the same. There were no differences between purebloods and Muggleborns, wizards and Muggles or even house elves. It was something that Charles had stressed and William had learnt at a young age.

In the afternoon, they had gone to the chapel for the Mass, before heading off to where the party would be. They had set up, as usual, right in the middle of the park, the only flat land with a perfect view of all the trees. There was Christmas music echoing through the land. One year, one of the Muggles had congratulated them for the great surround system. William still wasn't sure exactly what a surround system was, but as long as the Muggles had an explanation for what was going on, he wouldn't correct them. There were tables set up with hot cider and tea. Everything was self-services since the Muggles didn't know about the house elves, and the house elves had a day off and their own private party from where they could see the lightening of the trees.

As dusk, father Luke said the blessing, and finally when the sun went down, the lights came alive. Every tree in the land lit up creating an amazing game of colours. The Muggles always laughed about their electricity bill and William had learnt to complain with a smile, and not mentioning the amount of magic involved to keep everything lit until the Epiphany. It didn't matter anyway, because this represented the start of a perfect holiday.