READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 9: Rove and David
David had successfully prepared costumes and named the fairies for their upcoming Christmas performance. Now, he needed to prepare the show and the stage.
He rummaged through the bookshelves in his home and found an old, dusty book hidden in a corner. The cover was barely legible, with the word "Dance" faintly visible and a magically preserved image of a beautiful young witch dancing under bright lights.
David cleaned the book with a spell, revealing its contents. After flipping through its pages, he found a simple yet beautiful group dance that seemed perfect for the fairies.
"Can you learn this dance?" David asked the fairies, placing the book on the table.
The fairies gathered around, studying the movements shown on the pages. After some discussion, they nodded enthusiastically, a few even performing little bows or spins to show their agreement.
David smiled. "You're amazing!"
The fairies beamed at the compliment, with one even twirling joyfully. However, their mood soured when David asked them to change back into their regular outfits for now, saving the beautiful costumes for the performance.
They fluttered away in protest, their faces showing clear displeasure. David sighed, trying to convince them. "I promise I'll find you even more beautiful dresses later. But for now, let's make this work, okay?"
The fairies hesitated but eventually relented. Jessica, the liveliest, was the first to change back, patting David's hand as if to seal the deal. The others followed suit, albeit reluctantly.
To help them practice the dance, David found a safe, secluded spot in his magical space. He placed the book on the ground, tapped it with his wand, and activated a spell that played the accompanying music.
"Practice here for a bit. I'll come back later to check on you," David instructed.
The fairies nodded and began mimicking the movements from the book, gently swaying to the music. Seeing they were busy, David turned his attention to building the stage.
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Back in his room, David pulled out some clear glass orbs he had bought with his grandfather Newt at a magical market. He had once believed they would help him practice prophecy but later realized he lacked the necessary skills.
David carried the orbs to Newt, who was napping by the fireplace.
"Grandpa, can you make these glow in different colors?" David asked, shaking Newt awake.
Newt yawned, glanced at the orbs, and waved his wand lazily. The orbs instantly lit up, emitting bright, colorful lights.
"Thanks, Grandpa! You're the best!" David hugged Newt and dashed back to his studio, leaving Newt blinking in confusion.
In the studio, David fixed the glowing orbs inside small wooden boxes with tiny openings. Using a spell, he levitated the boxes, making the light beam through the holes like improvised stage lighting.
Next, he assembled wooden boards to create a small stage. He spread a red carpet over it and decorated the edges with flowers. Though simple, the stage looked charming.
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The preparations were complete. All that remained was waiting for Christmas.
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On Christmas Eve, David woke up to a pile of gifts at the foot of his bed. The sight of so many packages immediately brightened his day.
The first gift was from Dumbledore—a large box of cockroach-flavored candies. David grimaced as he read the accompanying note, which thanked him for suggesting the flavor.
The second gift was from his grandmother Tina: a soft, sky-blue scarf that warmed him instantly when he wrapped it around his neck.
The following packages were mostly chocolates and treats, knowing David's love for sweets.
One particularly special gift came from Professor McGonagall—a magic book filled with her personal notes. David set it aside to study later.
Then there was a small, lightweight package from Rove, his cousin. Inside was a necklace made from the teeth of a Ukrainian Ironbelly dragon, along with a cheeky note:
"Merry Christmas, little brother! I hope you like the necklace. Remember, your older brother always thinks of you."
David rolled his eyes at the words "little brother." Despite being found by Newt after Rove's birth, David insisted he was the older one, as he believed he must have been born days earlier. This sibling banter had been ongoing for years.
David smirked and silently returned the gesture, planning to send a gift back to Rove with the same "elder brother" highlight.
After unwrapping all his gifts, David carefully organized them and made his way downstairs, his mind filled with excitement for the big performance tomorrow.