Christmas rolled around and Alani was sat in the Dining Room as everyone handed around their christmas gifts for eachother, the members of the Order had even contributed and they handed out gifts as well. Everyone had forgotten about Alani, not that she cared, she was just reading her book while they all talked. Alani snook out of the Manor with her pistols strapped to her waist, she went to the homes of Thirty-Seven Death Eaters, both men and women, she shot them in their heads or hearts, for some reason the feeling if shooting someone felt more sane than brutally stabbing them, bullets were more efficient. Alani returned and she acted like she was in the Bathroom on the Firth Floor, no one went to it because it was a long walk. Mrs Weasley had made a lovely dinner, but the sight of hot fresh food repulsed Alani, now that her meds had worn off she was more sensitive to things, she was just waiting for her Mental Health to drop. Alani spent the day watching everyone have fun, the Twins had bewitch fireworks so that they exploded above everyone's heads. 