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Indeed, it was almost that time of the year when the air gets chilly, people get nostalgic, teens getting antsy to go home...and well, the time too to celebrate traditions. Decorating the place was one. It's a very big deal in the Mordaunt clan, in fact each family try to outdo the other by decorating their homes as opulent as they can get. It was always their great-grandmother Sofia who wins by default, however. No one can upstage that woman. Ever.
"We do celebrate our own feast at home, Professor. My great-grandparents have been hosting the family luncheon for decades now. We usually spend the day with the whole clan, exchanging gifts, playing chess or other board games like Monopoly, playing football...more eating." Noah crossed his arms in thought as he sunk deeper into his cushion. It was a relatively happy and relaxing holiday for all of them.
Especially for a soon-to-be-17 year old, who will officially have the Trace off him. This year was particularly important.
__________________  "It didn't go quite as planned." | The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale. |