I'm dreaming of a white christmas.
Miss Amelia,
First off I wish you a very Merry Christmas. For your secret Santa present I got you the score to Wagner's Tristan and Isolde (in remembrance of the homeless man we... encountered on our day out) and a collection of fairy tales. You've probably read them already but I hope you enjoy them.
Happy Holidays,
Dimitri
"I’m serious so thirsty, someone c’mon and help a sister out… Please?"
The kitchen.
Seriously? Another attack? Don’t you know how to use wards here?
Yes, it was a massive surprise attack.
Yes, we do know how to use wards.
Uh…please? I believe you dropped this…
That...isn't mine.
I feel sooo tired… but I haven’t properly slept in days, because I just can’t shake this feeling that something’s gonna happen again any moment now.
You need some tea, darling.
After a one week vacation trip back to London, Selene never felt more than happy to go back to New York, where some people actually cared about her. Suddenly, she stopped at the foot of the entrance of the institute to find everything was a mess. “What happened here?” she breathed.
"Demons are what happened."
It’s blue. Why do I need to look out of the window?
Because I said so.
Now go.
I’m pretty sure the most that would come from you being there is that you’d be among the dead as well. Count yourself lucky.
I guess you are right.
But I wouldn't let a couple of demons get to me.
What?
Oh. Sorry I didn’t hear you, but I’ll take tea, two spoons of sugar and a lemon.
I didn't get to ask what kind of tea you'd like?
You never seen a white guy dance before?
I think I have? Some of them grinding up other people in Pandemonium.
Not much can make me uncomfortable, love.
So do you hate me because I'm a faerie?
The problem isn’t quite falling asleep as staying so, but thank you.
Then you should try napping every single day.