Winter continued to drag ever onwards until Christmas Eve was upon them, the concept of Yule pushed back into the public focus but forever Christmas to her Muggleborn heart. Trees, lights, and fake old men with long white beards were dotted all across the Muggle landscape when they deigned to approach civilization, their hearts and minds twisted up with flurries of oft confusing emotions as they watched the Mundane live their lives. Unfortunately, even those places weren’t safe now with Voldemort’s Snatchers on the prowl. Their pursuers were determined to look everywhere for them both; his magical missing Horcrux and the Girl who walked beside him.