On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Seven Plimpies swimming,
Six Skrewts a-blasting,
Three French Parps,
And a Fwooper in a Star Tree.
In a way Hagrid realised that Olympe may not have been all that taken by the Blast Ended Skrewts, though she tried her best to convince him they were “truly wonderful creatures”. So Hagrid set about to give Olympe another gift, one that she would truly enjoy.
He waited until Olympe had left for Beauxbatons, then took a shovel out to a sunny part of the lawn and began digging. It took him a good part of the morning to dig a decent sized hole. Hagrid hoped Olympe wouldn’t mind too much about all the changes he was making to her backyard, but he knew once he gave her the next gift it would be worth it.
Hagrid cast a waterproofing charm over the soil in the bottom of the hole then scattered some various sized rocks in. By the edge of the hole he planted a sapling willow and placed some quick-grow manure around its roots.
Hagrid then built a small wooden bridge over the hole, with a little bit of magic to help him. He also made a two-person bench seat to place by the edge of the hole. Once this was done Hagrid had only two more things to add.
“Aguamenti!” Hagrid said with a swish of his wand. A jet of water immediately began spouting from the end of his wand and gradually filled up the hole to create a pond.
Hagrid then took a net and walked down to a stream that flowed nearby, about five kilometres down the road. Hagrid cast the net into the stream and settled himself down on the mossy ground to wait.
Within half an hour seven fat plimpies had found their way into Hagrid’s net. He scooped them up happily and plopped them into a bucket of water to carry them back to his newly built pond.
When he arrived back, Hagrid noticed the willow tree had grown nicely while he had been gone. Hagrid tipped the bucket gently, allowing the plimpies to slide into the water of the pond. They flicked their small tails and kicked their long rubbery legs, pushing through the water gracefully with their webbed feet.
Hagrid could hardly contain his excitement when Olympe returned home that evening. He took her by the arm and escorted Olympe to his newly made pond. Olympe was speechless. Her breath was completely taken away.
“Eet ees so beautiful!” She finally exclaimed when she got her breath back, “How did you do zis?”
“A bit o’ magic an’ a bit o’ hard work,” Hagrid said modestly.
“Eet ees seemply wonderful.”
Hagrid escorted her to the seat and they both sat down on it together. The sun reflected off the surface of the pond and the plimpies swam about contentedly.
“Zis ees so romantic, ‘Agrid,” Olympe said cuddling up to Hagrid.
Hagrid really was in danger of turning into a tomato the amount of times his face had turned bright red in the past week, and this moment was no different.
As Olympe and Hagrid huddled up together on the seat, snowflakes began gently falling from the sky. The grass was turning from green to white and the plimpies in the pond swam to the surface trying to eat the snowflakes that landed on the water as if they were white insects.
“Do you sink ze pond will freeze over?” Olympe asked, concerned.
“Not to worry,” Hagrid said.
Hagrid waved his wand and cast an Anti-Freezing charm over the pond. Then, brushing the newly fallen snow from their clothes, Hagrid and Olympe made their way back inside, arm-in-arm for large mugs of hot cocoa by the fire.
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