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[Zelman's tucked just out of the way as you're leaving the castle--he's leaning against the outside wall to the side of the door, gazing somewhat uninterestedly out at the snow-covered grounds. he is definitely not dressed for the weather (wearing the same pants and t-shirt and hat and tennis shoes he always wears), but does not seem to mind the cold one bit. heck, the ground around his feet is strangely dry and the air around him feels strangely warm.

must be a weird vampire thing. eventually he decides that having boring conversations is a lesser evil than staring at boring snow, so he opens his journal up.]

For all the unpredictability our host is so well-known for, it seems strange that this is the one thing it holds as a tradition. Maybe it's just as sentimental as the rest of you.

[pfft, yeah right.] I suppose it's at least kind of an amusing tradition--for the first few days or so.

[he stops to swat at a random fairy that's strayed from the castle. he knows what's up, and he doesn't even care anymore. god, he hates the holidays.]


[[ooc: journal and open-action, especially if you want a planned or unplanned smooch! C:]]