Ah, Whatever [Lukas] [Secret Santa Event]

[captainkyosai]

Christmas was in the air. Literally. Those Christmas decor just smells like... "Christmas" so to say for the lack of the better word. Well, technically, it's the scent of freshly chopped down evergreens, eucalyptus, apple, cinnamon, and whatever fragrances Christmas candles use. If one didn't know what Christmas smelled like, they wouldn't really know what Christmas was. It was the time where one would smell the shortbread and well, coffee. Yes, shortbread - Iain would be looking forward to baking shortbread again and spread the true traditions of Scottish Christmas.

Of course, that wasn't going to happen. Why? Why you would ask? Oh, it's because he was 'persuaded' to sign himself up for that money-wasting secret santa.

Though, now he's sounding like Scrooge, and what happened, happened. It would be very rude if he didn't even bother getting a present for the person who he was assigned too... Of course, now it just so happens to be a person he knew very little about - aside from this person having the name of "Lukas Aren Bondevik" and that he was a junior.

The only fortunate thing was that gossip and rumors fly around like crazy and Iain was listening to every single one from the distance and came to a conclusion for a good gift. It wasn't come crude joke or anything, but he did put some thought into it. He really doesn't have any reason to hate this person, no? Of course not - because he doesn't even know this person yet aside from the name.

So here he was, sitting at the library, his present for Lukas sitting on the table, neatly wrapped in decent-looking, if not cheap, wrapper from the arts and crafts room, and reading some books about things such as comparative government and politics, poems of William Wordsworth, and Forensic Science. Of course, he was just bored in reality. He didn't feel like looking for this Lukas and honestly, it wouldn't hurt to just sit at the library and see some books about subjects that are usually taught in American schools. Though, forensics is very interesting of course, Iain might take a closer look into it - you know since make some use of his abilities or something instead of using it to solve petty but very entertaining puzzles.

Of course, he read, but really didn't get into the reading. His eyes kept on wandering from the book to the side - as if to scan around the area of the library. The books, though educational - were boring and he didn't feel like reading anything else. Romance novels? Yeah, he has his own collection in his room, hidden from the world. Other types of novels? Not in the mood - as usual.

[soraeya]

“Ja, mor… God Jul, faktisk….”

Lukas sighed as he re-folded his letter carefully, his whispered heard silent almost the sounds of the library, of turning pages and hushed talking. It was that time of year when everything was decorated with commercialized red and green and corny, if not annoying, Christmas songs cycled through on cycles on many radios throughout the school. Well, at least in the library in was reasonably free from dashing all the way! Lukas wasn’t no scrooge or anything, on the contrary he loved Christmas, or Jul as they called it in Norway, but this was the first year he’d be spending it without family or his grandfather. That’s was really bugging him, making his festive time of year seem les than bright so instead the boy had immersed himself in completing history essay two weeks in advance.

At the moment, he had been in the library for a half an hour and hasn’t even tracked down any books needed for his thesis and topic. Leaning back in his chair and slipping the latter back into its envelope before carefully placing it into his bag, he sat there for a minute or two, going over his mother’s words written in her lovely cursive, before quietly pushing back his chair and heading over to the librarian to inquire where the section was for his topic. Once he got his directions, he made his way around tables and chairs and passed rows upon rows of shelves before he found his. The library wasn’t crowded for a lot of the students were either away for the holidays or not even thinking of schoolwork and enjoying the festive season.

Passing dozens of book titles until finding ones relating to his essay, Lukas, stared at the books for a moment before he began to pile them onto his arms. It took him a few moments but once he left the bookshelf, his stack of historical sources were up to his chin and was somewhat heavy. With his load in tow, he made his way back to his table where his things were still waiting. Time to get this thing done.

Translation: Yes, mother... Merry Christmas indeed[/size[