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Stello, what does u stand for?

STELLO: Oh, well, the U in my name stands for Ursa. So Stello Ursa Major.

STELLO: And… Quill? First, didn't know you even knew who he was, and secondly… well–

STELLO: We used to. He… fell for Blaze instead. I told him to go for it. He's a lot happier with him that he had been for me later in our relationship. I'm happy for him.

STELLO: I keep the ring and flower on me as a little memory. And they match my aesthetic.

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25 Days of Christmas Day 12

Characters: Isaac Netwon & Alara Bayar

Prompt: “The Christmas tree is moving!”

Tagging: @plumpblueberry​ @christmaswarlock​ @sakura-1819​ @starry-starry-night24​ @kissmetwicekissmedeadly�� @thewitchofbooks​ @stardust-dreamer13​ @ikemensengokufangirl​ @gay-noodle-clan​ @nad-zeta​ @canaria-blackwell​

A/N: Halfway there! I’ve surprised myself for keeping up with daily posting!  Enjoy some cute Isaac and Alara mayhem.

It wasn’t often that she asked to stay at the mansion instead of joining the adults at a party. The young girl enjoyed everything about it, the food, drinks, and the dancing, and especially the pretty dresses. However, tonight, she’d requested to stay home, and without anyone save for one holed up in his room, Alara had the whole massive place to herself.

She raided the kitchen for all the sweets and snacks that she could find and taking them to the dining hall to stuff herself full. Instead of using the table, the girl set her treats around the large tree, entranced by how beautiful it was. This time of year, the residents could always find her here if she disappeared.

Plopping another piece of chocolate into her mouth, the rustling of a branch caught her attention. It bobbed up and down. Then another a little lower rustled, and another after that, as if something were brushing its hand across the tree.

She sat frozen for a moment, debating on if she’d imagined it. The fourth branch to move sent a wave of fear over the child. Scrambling to her feet, Alara bolted from the room. “I-I-Isaac!”

Up the stairs to the second floor, she nearly tripped over the top stair. “Isaac! Isaac!” She yelled his name again. By the time she reached his bedroom, the door was already opened with the confused physicist.

“What’s the matter?” He’d been working on his research in peace for the first time that week. The panicked, out of breath child wormed past the door and into his room.

“Close the door!” She pushed her hands against the wooden door, and it slammed shut. Collapsing onto the floor, she turned her gaze up to him. “The Christmas tree is moving. I-I think it’s haunted by a ghost!” The explanation the only rational one she could reach.

He pressed his lips together, unsure of how to calm her down or how to rationalize her fears. “The wind could have moved the branches. “

“The windows are shut. There was no wind!”

She was surely adamant about it. Being the only one here, he’d been left in charge. Unlike with the children in town, he’d grown used to being around this one. Isaac turned the knob. “There’s a logical explanation. An ornament could have fallen, or you imagined it.”

“Can we bring Harry?” Alara asked, but already had the critter in her hands. She often snuck into his room to play with the hedgehog.

Not that it would aid their investigation in any way, but he nodded in response. “If you’d like. Come on.” He led her back to the dining hall. She stayed safely behind him, petting her hand across Harry’s quills.

The room was quiet. For a solid few moment, nothing happened. Although he’d believed what he’d said, Isaac relaxed at the inactivity. His gaze dropped to the girl clutching his shirt. “See? There’s nothing to be afraid of,” He patted her head to comfort her.

But the jingle of the bells on the garland protested.

Both of them turned to the tree. Again, the branches were battered in several places. Alara’s panic transferred to the supposed adult. Even Harry curled up into a ball, making a soft puffing noise, unsettled. “God’s breath-” Isaac breathed out, having no other words.

“What do we do, Isaac? Can’t we just tell it to go away?”

What should they do? He surely didn’t have the answer, but he had to at least act brave. They both couldn’t spiral into a panic.

“I’m not sure it would listen.” He surveyed the scene and gave a long sigh. From the books he’d read in his spare time, there was one thing that might help. He felt extremely ridiculous resorting to such tactics.

Ten minutes later, the pair sat at the table. Isaac drank some rouge and helped the girl snack on all the sweets she’d stolen from the kitchen. Alara fed Harry a piece of broccoli but continually checked the tree for movement.

“Do you really think that will keep us safe?” she asked.

Did he know how to fend off the supernatural? No, of course not. But he was bad at consoling children when they broke down in hysteria, so he had to try something to soothe her fears, at least until someone else arrived. “I read that it’s meant to ward them off.”

The door to the dining hall creaked open. Napoleon, having heard their voices, came to see what the two were up to. He stopped halfway across the room, head tilting at the sight of the tree. “Why is there salt circled around the tree?”

“The tree is haunted,” Alara replied, shivering at the thought.

“You don’t believe in that sort of thing, do you, Isaac?” Napoleon couldn’t fathom the physicist considering that being real.

Isaac threw him a desperate look. “I’m not sure of anything, anymore. The tree certainly moved, and I’ve found no reason for it.”

The emperor approached the tree, despite Alara telling him not to. He gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. There’s no ghost here.” Peering into the branches, he pushed a few apart.

Out sprang a small squirrel. It scampered across the room, attempting to find a way out.

“I’m a fool,” Isaac muttered under his breath. He hadn’t thought to check further. The fear of the child muddled his common sense. He’d have to apologize to Sebastian for wasting all that salt.

“So, it wasn’t a ghost? Oops.” The girl bit the inside of her lip and dropped her gaze. “I’m sorry. I got really scared.”

Ah, but it wasn’t entirely a waste of time. Isaac reached a hesitant hand out to rub her head. “It’s alright. We all get scared sometimes. But... I’m glad you felt like you could rely on me.” He didn’t quite understand why, but it made him quite happy.

“Well, you are really smart, like the smartest in the whole house.”

His cheeks flushed with heat. “Yo-you really think that?” It wasn’t true, the others all had their areas of expertise. He’d never expected her to say that with such conviction.

“Yep.” Alara swiped up the hedgehog, broccoli still clutched between its teeth. “Can I play with Harry a little longer?”

 With their problem solved, he could focus once again on his work. He thanked god that it was Napoleon who’d come back first. He’d never heard the end of it from Dazai or Arthur. Isaac nodded his head. “Sure. But let’s take him back upstairs so he doesn’t get lost.” 

If it was her, Isaac didn’t mind the constant interruptions.