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SlytherinSistah 
Whoa. Look at Bevie go!
Cutty picked up a nearby gingerbread man and expressionlessly held him over Beverly's Incendio spell until his head was alight as well. His face, though was soon screwed up in an expression of thought whilst he considered the question.
Why did he hate Christmas?
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I dunno." He said with a shrug. "
It's just sort of annoying, I guess." Came his typical boy answer. It wasn't as though he didn't have some pleasant Christmas memories. Like that time
his mum polyjuiced as him and they ran about all day joshing with people. Cutty extinguished the flaming head of the gingerbread man in a glass of milk. "
What about yew? Are yew a big fan or something?"
Fire to the gingerbread men, poor fools. Lighting another up, Beverly turned to Cutty with a raised eyebrow. He hated Christmas because it was annoying? She supposed it was. Like that miniature Santa Claus whizzing around the Christmas tree next to their table. Would the professors mind if she blew it up?
"It's not cool enough for you?" Because he had this chill demeanor about himself at times. Maybe the lights and idiotic decorations were too foolish for him.
Beverly expected him to ask the same question in return and she was fully intending on lying. Now though, she didn't feel like it. Stalling, she reached over and poured some Pixie Puffs into a bowl and popped some dry puffs into her mouth. And chewed slowly. Then blasted another gingerbread man.
"I hate it," she said with a shrug, then with her best neutral face expression, she added, "my mum died two days after. I hate it since." She wasn't going to cry and be all dramatic about it.
It probably didn't make sense. The holiday had nothing to do with it, but she couldn't bring herself to celebrate and have fun when her mother had agonized in her last days of life. It'd feel as if she were celebrating her being gone, which was so wrong.