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[weirdcursedvaultkid]

@third-generation-female-warrior i was your secret santa for this year's @hphmsecretsanta !! i drew ur mc alexus with talbott merry christmas!!

[lisin-drw]

Hiii @praetoring ✨ I'm your secret santa 🙈

I wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!✧٩(ˊωˋ*)و✧

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[immagrosscandy]

my super ultra awesome gift for @lisindrw

sup mate, i'm your secret santa. sorry for the delay, i'm like 2 days late (i had some problems in my house but that's not important) but i'm finally able to upload your gift

i hope you like it!

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[cursedcrusaders]

Merry Christmas @the-al-chemist!! I was your secret Santa for @hphmsecretsanta!! I drew Artemis talking with Charlie

[slytherinliththorne]

Merry Christmas!!

My gift for @hphmsecretsanta

hiii @oseathepebble I was your secret santa this year! Hanako is really cute and I loved drawing her <3

Hope you like it and happy holidays

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[oseathepebble]

Merry Christmas!

@unfortunate-arrow I was your Secret Santa for the Secret Santa hosted by @hphmsecretsanta ! So here's your OC Cara with Rowan! I hope you like it. Happy Holidays! <3

[akaryuga]

@camillejeaneshphm Marry Christmas!

I am your HPHM secret Santa this year!

You said you are not picky so... I draw them all (ﾉ◕ヮ���)ﾉ*.✧Hope you like my gift (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Thanks for @hphmsecretsanta make this event hope you have a happy Christmas༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つお疲れ様です

[cursebreaker-lilith]

“Ben, are you sure you want to deal with the cursed ice again?”

He actually barks out a laugh, but’s hollow and strained. “No, I am absolutely unsure,” He huffs, chewing anxiously at his lower lip. “This potion makes me feel better about my likely injuries, but I’ll learn a new charm to try and avoid injuries and trouble altogether—”

Without thinking, Rebekah allows her hand to fold over top of his and Ben stares at it for a second, his cheeks going a little pink again before continuing.

“—s-sorry, Rebekah,” He stutters out for a moment and she finds it more endearing than she thinks it really is. “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“Somehow, I find that strangely hard to believe.”

excerpt from this fic by @benscursedkid

My @hphmsecretsanta gift for @benscursedkid Their fics are always fun to read so here’s an illustration of a scene I liked from one of them ^^ Merry Christmas!

[magicapandora]

It was super fun doing this piece and participating in @hphmsecretsanta !

@kxlpies I WAS UR SECRET SANTA ALL ALONG MWUHAHAHAHA >:DD

Merry christmas, happy holidays, or just have a wonderful day! I hope you like it!

[stupendousbookworm]

@carmilla-the-bird MERRY CHRISTMAS!! I WAS YOUR SECRET SANTA!

I wish you a blessed christmas and an amazing new year!!!

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[aleapple1216]

Secret Santa @hphmsecretsanta

This is the first time I've done something like this and I enjoyed a lot ^^, hope u like it @rosachaotic

Merry Christmas! To all of you

Bonus: All the sketches I've done trying to figure out how should I draw Cereza 😅

[third-generation-female-warrior]

@ag907 I was your @hphmsecretsanta this year!! I hope you like how Gwen turned out, and have a very happy holidays!

[londonhalcyon]

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas @bag-o-milk ! I’m your Secret Santa for this year’s @hphmsecretsanta�� . 

I absolutely loved your prompt for something involving Penny and Skye, so I had a blast writing a fic of the two of them (with Milk playing matchmaker, of course).

Here’s the first little snippet. Since the full fic is over 10,000 words long, the rest of it can be found on AO3 here! I hope you like it!

“It’s Not the Fall”

Post-Graduation: 1993 – Diagon Alley

It was Christmastime in Diagon Alley, which was unfortunate. Or unfortunate for today, at least. 

The entire area looked like a Howler had exploded with holiday cheer. In every window, decorations—color-changing candles, never-drying wreaths, and unmelting patterns of frost—called for the attention of the rainbow of scarves and gloves that bustled up and down every street. Shoppers walked by with arms weighed down by boxes and bags filled near to bursting. Vendors hawked wares from pop-up stalls outside the shops, selling roasted chestnuts and hot cocoa, cheap enchanted jewelry and handmade musical ornaments. With all the color and excited chatter, it was even possible to forget the grim stories in every new issue of the Prophet. It was, after all, a time to buy presents, spend time with family, and warm up with a drink by the fire. And Penny couldn’t enjoy any of it. 

Normally, Penny loved Christmas. She did love Christmas. She loved the decorations, the atmosphere, the people. But she didn’t have time to look at lights or magical frost, and the crowds were getting in her way. She wasn’t here because of Christmas. She was here because her supplier had sent her the wrong shipment of ingredients—in the middle of flu season no less. Sniffles and fevers were running rampant through Hogsmeade, but unless she wanted to start making Pepper-Up Potion out of actual pepper, she couldn’t provide a cure. And hell would freeze over before she would let the villagers turn to J. Pippin’s overpriced serpent oil. 

“Unicorn horn, gillyweed, and canis root?” the wizened old man behind the desk asked. He squinted through his spectacles at the parchment Penny had handed him. 

Penny maintained a pleasant smile. “That’s what you sent me by mistake, yes. I had ordered bicorn horn and jewelweed.” Ingredients, which were, of course, less than one third the cost of unicorn horn and gillyweed and should have been impossible to mix up. But she didn’t say that. 

“Bicorn horn and gillyweed?”

“No. Bicorn horn and jewel-weed. I need it for Pepper-Up Potion.” Which every potioneer in the northern hemisphere was brewing this time of year. 

“Ah! Why didn’t you say so?” (She had. Twice.) “So you need bicorn horn, jewelweed, and mandrake root?”

Penny felt her face begin to twitch. “No. No, mandrake root. I have mandrakes. Just the bicorn horn and jewelweed, if you would be so kind.”

“Certainly.” Slowly, painstakingly, he began to sort through the many haphazard piles of parchment on his desk, muttering to himself as he did so. “Let’s see here… No, that’s not it. Not that one either. No. No. No. Here—wait, no. Ah, here!” He squinted at a sheet of parchment and declared happily, “We’re out of stock at the moment, but we should be able to get that shipment to you by the end of February.”

“February?” Penny echoed in dismay. “But I need those ingredients this week. People will be sick over Christmas!”

“Nothing I can do about that, I’m afraid. Always a good idea to order early.”

“I did. You sent me the wrong ingredients, which I still need a refund for.”

“You know the policy: no refunds. But I can check in the back for you, if you would like?” He smiled, quite unconcerned. She didn’t need to be a Legilimens to know there was no bicorn horn in the back. 

“That’s all right,” she said sweetly, turning away from the desk. “I think I’ll look elsewhere.”

His eyes tightened behind his spectacles. “Now, wait just a spell. I’m sure we have something to offer. There’s a discount—”

“No, thank you,” she said, maintaining her friendly tone. “Happy holidays!” With a wave cast over her shoulder, she pushed out the door into the bitter winter air of the Alley. Rosy-cheeked crowds stampeded through, bouncing laughter and chatter off the brick storefronts. But, as she pulled her coat tighter around herself, she was no longer smiling. 

Great, she groaned inwardly, hunching her shoulders against a gust of wind. Now she had no supplier. Her apothecary wouldn’t last till the end of the month in this state. Nor would Hogsmeade.

She would have to visit Jae tomorrow. He would know who to put her in contact with. She preferred to get her ingredients from “reputable” sources, but desperate times…

With a sigh, she trudged into the Leaky Cauldron, letting the warmth of the pub wash over her. There were laughter and rosy cheeks here too, although they had far more to do with the fire whiskey than the chilly air outside. From the bar, Tom met her gaze and raised a bottle questioningly. She shook her head with another forced smile. Originally, she had planned to linger after her errands—do some Christmas shopping, have a drink—but now she just wanted to go home and curl up under the softest blanket she owned. 

She reached for the bag of Floo Powder within her coat pocket, but her fingers stalled on the button. She turned her head before she had registered what had caught her eye, and then she wasn’t sure why it had even drawn her attention in the first place. At a corner table, a cloaked figure sat by themselves, their hood pulled up to hide their face. Cloaked figures weren’t unusual. All manner of strange people passed through Diagon Alley, especially with Knockturn Alley being one wrong turn away. But something about this figure sent a buzzing to her mind and prickles down her spine. 

She must have been staring for too long, for they lifted their gaze in her direction. Not high enough to reveal their face, but enough—just enough—for her to catch the flash of blue. 

She beelined for them, mouth open to call out a greeting. There was a name on the tip of her tongue—a name she hadn’t spoken in well over two years. A name that almost ached as her lungs constricted to expel it from her chest. 

The figure’s hand shot out from their cloak, their wand a blur of movement. “Silencio!” they hissed. 

Penny stopped short, clutching at her throat. A breath escaped unhindered, but no sound accompanied it. She tried to gasp; air flowed into her lungs with complete silence. Panicked, she waved her hands at the figure incredulously. 

“Oops.” Darting out of their seat, they dragged her over to the table. “Sorry, Pen,” a feminine voice said as Penny was forced into a chair. “I’ll fix it. Just promise you’ll stay calm.”

Penny didn’t have the ability to answer, but the witch waved her wand anyway. Penny felt something at the base of her throat unlock. “Skye?” she breathed. “What…?”

Skye Parkin tugged back her hood, and there she was: a pale, freckled face, hazel eyes, and a shock of blue braided through her shoulder-length brown hair. “Sorry,” she repeated. “I didn’t want anyone shouting my name, and you always…well, you know.”

“No, I don’t,” Penny said. The air between them pulled taut, like a rubber band about to snap. Skye tensed. Penny shrugged it off. “What are you doing here? And what’s with the…” Penny gestured at the hood.

Skye rolled her eyes, although her annoyance appeared directed elsewhere. “Took a beating from a bludger on the pitch. Had to take my broomstick for repair. Now I’m stuck waiting for the next four hours.”

“And that’s supposed to be a secret?”

“Have you seen a Quidditch player walk in public? Can’t get two steps without some bloke asking for an autograph. Don’t need the attention.” She paused. “What gave me away?”

“The hair. Should’ve changed it.”

She snorted. “Tried. Doesn’t work, especially with the bairns. They see through anything.”

“Children are like that, aren’t they?” Penny chuckled.

Skye grinned. “You were.”

“I was.” 

Were. Was. Past tense. And growing tense, like that invisible band pulled taut. 

Penny laid her hands on the table, along with her gaze. “It’s been a long time,” she murmured.

“It has.”

That was an understatement, and an unnecessary one. But what was there to say? Old feelings, raw memories, and outdated apologies—they were all swirling too fast to put to words. It was too late to put them to words, anyway, so they didn’t even try. But that didn’t make them stop swirling. 

“What about you?” Skye asked. “What are you doing here?”

Penny groaned. She had momentarily forgotten the whole supplier fiasco. “Not buying Pepper-Up ingredients, apparently.”

“That bad?”

“Don’t ask.”

“That bad.”

Penny lifted her gaze to the rest of the room. Eyes were beginning to glance over—not at her, but at the witch next to her, who was belatedly attempting to pull the hood back over the blue tips of her hair. Penny tapped her fingers on the table, twice in quick succession. “You know,” she said, “if you have a few hours to kill, we could do something fun. Go where no one would recognize you.” She pointed at the door, not to Diagon Alley, but directly opposite of it.

Skye raised her eyebrows. “Sounds daring,” she laughed. 

“If you’re scared of Muggles, we need to have a talk.”

“You’ve never seen me try to navigate a city.”

“Good thing you’ll have me, then.”

“That I will.” Skye’s grin widened. “All right. Lead the way, Snidget.”

Penny laughed against her will. “Oh, God.”

“You’re stuck with that one forever.”

With a snort, Penny shoved Skye out of her chair. “Then get moving, superstar.”

As their laughter mixed with that of the pub, together they made their exit. In the cacophony of voices and music, though, some words rang louder than the rest.

Snidget.

My bonnie golden bird.

(Link to the full fic.)

[hp-madness]

Ho ho ho 🎄 Merry Christmas 🎄

I was your Secret Santa @hannahsecretchamber for this years @hphmsecretsanta​

Looking down at the tags and the reference, I saw that... 

I hope you like the fashions and hairstyles I chose for Hannah! 

[veioviswilliams]

Merry Christmas!

@cursebreakerfarrier​ Merry Christmas!!! It was an honor to draw your OC because I found out your drawing already phenomenal and I got to draw for you ^v^. 

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