Rainbow Magic Fanfiction: R-A-S-F-S-I-H - 14. Christmas Surprises
A/N Well, I’m back. It’s been a hectic junior year so far. Appropriately, I recently got to star in our school play, White Christmas, as Betty Haynes. I’ve started looking at colleges and applying for scholarships, all while nurturing a newfound interest in My Little Pony, of all things. Hmm, can’t imagine why…?Anyhow, I’m back with another chapter, just in time for Christmas. I was going to continue this under “Cozy Winter Evenings”, but it got too long for that, so I made it its own chapter. Couple of shockers below, so brace yourselves! (If anyone’s even still around to read this…)
Almost simultaneously, all seven of the little Rainbow Fairies’ eyes snapped open.
“It’s Christmas!” Inky cheered, hopping out of bed. “C’mon, let’s go see the tree!” She bolted to the door and started to open it, then stopped and turned around impatiently. “Get up, it’s Christmas! Doncha wanna go open presents?”
Amber and Sunny quickly rolled out of bed with shouts of excitement, but the others were slow to join. They had stayed up past their bedtime last night setting out cookies and milk for Santa, oats and corn for the reindeer, and peppermint hot chocolate for Angel and Holly. Eventually Ruby got up and gently pulled Fern, Sky, and Heather out from under their covers and onto the floor.
“That’s more like it,” Inky declared. “Now let’s go!” She opened the door and led her sisters out. “Wow! Look at all the presents!”
The girls gasped in wonder. Piled underneath the tree were dozens of brightly-colored packages of all shapes and sizes—including, to their delight, the ones the little fairies had made for their mentors in Art Class the other day. With the presents underneath, the Christmas tree seemed happier and more majestic, which made the other wall decorations seem even more festive, as well.
“What should we do first?” Amber asked breathlessly.
Inky grinned. “Wake everyone up, of course!” Inky dashed to the other side of the hall and started pounding on the door of Dorm No. 2. “Wake up, it’s Christmas!”
Her sisters joined her in pounding and shouting until the door opened to reveal a bleary-eyed Plum. “Mm, what time is it?” she yawned.
“I dunno, but it’s Christmas!” Inky declared. “Come on out, or we’ll drag you outta there.”
Plum chuckled and turned to call back into the room. “Inky’s threatening us now. You all might want to wake up.”
And, eventually, get up they did. A/N In order to keep this chapter short and to the point, (and because of writer’s block) I’ll gloss over most of the Christmas party and leave it to your imagination. The little Rainbow Fairies wanted to open presents right away, but first there was a Christmas feast to be eaten in the dining room. Although most of the other senior fairies celebrated Christmas either in Fairyland or with their mentees in the nursery, some of the kitchen staff stayed behind to prepare the Rainbow Fairies’ first Christmas feast. The little girls agreed that it was the best food they had ever eaten, especially Sweetie’s angel food Christmas cake.
Finally, it was time to open presents. “So,” Red asked as they all gathered around the tree, “how do you girls want to do the order?”
“You should open our presents first!” Ruby immediately said. Her sisters enthusiastically declared their agreement.
“Then why don’t you girls bring them to us?” Blueberry asked, eyes twinkling. She already knew what the presents were, having helped to make them.
Immediately the little girls rushed to the tree and fished out seven rolled-up paper scrolls, each a color of the rainbow, and gave them to their mentors. Each senior Rainbow Fairy undid the strings around the scrolls and unrolled them to reveal the adorable finger paintings that each mentee had made in Art Class. They were all of each mentor and mentee doing something together: Ruby had painted herself flying in the sky with Red (as she planned on doing when she could fly); Amber painted herself playing soccer with Cantaloupe; Sunny painted a picture of Lemon sitting with her in a tree; Fern painted Kiwi telling her a joke; Sky painted a detailed picture of Blueberry and herself painting; Inky couldn’t remember what she’d painted, but Blackberry loved the indigo swirls and scribbles all the same; and Heather painted herself dancing with Plum.
The senior fairies laughed in delight at the finger paintings and hugged their mentees. “We’ll have to hang these up in our room!” Lemon declared, to which all her sisters agreed.
Just then, the dining room door opened and a bleary-eyed but fully groomed Madame Grey walked in. “Are you all enjoying the Christmas Festivities?” she asked with an enormous yawn.
“YES!” the little Rainbow Fairies shouted happily.
“Well, that is very—oh, no!” she suddenly exclaimed. The headmistress then turned a disapproving eye on Red. “Why did you not dress them and do their hair?” She indicated the little Rainbow Fairies, still in their nightgowns with hair unbrushed and tousled with sleep. (Except for Sky, who still wore her white night cap.) “For that matter,” Madame Grey went on. “Why are you still in your nightgowns?”
Red looked down at her own nightdress and looked back up with an expression of indifference. “It’s Christmas, Madame Grey. We’re supposed to stay in pajamas all day.”
Madame Grey stared in bewilderment. “…Oh! Well! Alright, then!” she simply said. “I shall stay to oversee the festivities.” Hesitating, she looked at the ground with distaste, but finally sat down gingerly.
“Actually,” Blueberry said, “the girls made a gift for you in Art Class. We can give it to you now, if you like.” She reached under the tree and pulled out a large grey scroll, handing it to the headmistress. Madame Grey undid the string and unrolled the paper to examine it. “They all worked on it together,” Blueberry explained. “I believe it’s a finger painting of you and Roy.”
” ‘Cuz he yah huzbud!” Sunny chimed in.
The senior fairies went beet-red in embarrassment at this unexpected remark. Madame Grey’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and the ghost of a smile played about her lips. “Roy is most certainly not my husband,” she corrected, a tinge of amusement in her voice. “I have not the faintest idea where you came up with that notion.” She glanced back down at the painting, where she was depicted with a hideously angry face and a cracking whip in her hand, and Roy was shown skulking in the background, with a simple “Merry Christmas” written in kid writing below it. She tutted softly. “But thank you for the painting. I shall hang it in my office.”
As she sent for Roy to do just that, the little Rainbow Fairies next opened their gifts from their mentors. Red, knowing that Ruby liked to be organized, gave her a journal and planner set.
“I’ll write in it every day!” a delighted Ruby declared, hugging Red.
Amber got a joke book from Cantaloupe, and immediately resolved to learn to read so that she could tell the jokes to everyone. (Sky inwardly groaned and hoped that Amber turned out to be dyslexic.) Lemon had learned from Winter that Sunny liked to study nature, so Sunny got a magnifying glass. Kiwi, unfortunately, was a little clueless as to Fern’s interests, and gave her mentee a potted fern growing kit.
“Um, what’s she going to do with it?” Red whispered as Fern inspected it quizzically.
“Duh, she’s going to grow it!” Kiwi replied, rolling her eyes. “I named her after the plant, right? So she can plant her namesake!”
“And where’s she going to put it?”
“Well, uh…in the science classroom?” Kiwi shrugged.
Red sighed and made no comment. At least Fern seemed grateful enough.
Sky, of course, got the mottled blue-and-indigo knit hat from Blueberry. “Oh, why it’s so gohgeous!” she exclaimed, admiring the embroidered snowflakes. “Now I don’t hafta weah that old watty gwey cap anymore!”
“You sha twy it on!” Sunny told her.
“Okay!” Sky took off her white nightcap, exposing her bare head, which now sported a few short, wispy hairs. Handing the nightcap to Sunny, Sky tried the new hat on.
“Here, this might help.” Blueberry waved her wand and a little mirror appeared in front of Sky. The little Blue Fairy admired her reflection. Meanwhile, Sunny held up the nightcap, examined it, then shoved it onto her own head, hiding her fuzzy hair completely. “Ta-da! Now I jus’ wike Sky!” she announced. Everyone laughed.
Blackberry, remembering Sapphira’s pranks from her own Academy days, gave Inky a magically-powered flashlight. Inky wordlessly gave Blackberry a huge wink, as she immediately understood what it was for. (So did Madame Grey, to the headmistress’s own chagrin.) And lastly, Heather got a pair of violet ballet slippers from Plum, who knew that her mentee secretly liked to dance when no one was looking. Heather was mystified as to how Plum found out, but gave her mentor a hug all the same. “They’re beautiful! I promise I’ll use them every day!” she said.
When that was done, the girls decided to open their gifts from Santa Claus. Many of them were mere trinkets, little things to decorate their room with, and lots of candy. But Heather noticed his final gift in the form of a Christmas card at the top of the tree. Kiwi knowingly flew up to get it, then opened it up and read it aloud in her best booming Santa voice.
“‘Dear Rainbow Fairies: I hope you are all enjoying your presents. I have one more huge surprise for you girls, but you’ll have to go outside to get it. I just know you’ll love it. Rudolph and my other eight reindeer say hello! Ho ho ho and Merry Christmas! From Santa.'” Kiwi looked up, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Well, girls, why don’t we grab our coats and go look?”
The little Rainbow Fairies eagerly followed Kiwi out through the dining room and into the hallway, oblivious to the bewildered looks of Madame Grey and the other mentors. “Did you know about this?” Cantaloupe, who was usually in on everything, asked Red in a low voice.
“No, I don’t know what she’s talking about!” Red whispered back. “Oh, dear. I hope it isn’t one of Kiwi’s ‘big ideas’ again.”
It was, but it actually turned out to be brilliant. Kiwi led everyone through the hallways, past the classrooms and out the door at the end. They pushed past the remnants of Winter’s dead grass blades and all stared open-mouthed.
Madame Grey broke the silence first. “Miss Kiwi, what is the MEANING of this?!”
“Well, I talked to Roy, and he thought it was a great idea!” the irrepressible Kiwi promptly answered. “So did Athena, because now she can use it for gym class. Plus, it’s high time the Academy had one, and Santa’s elves were willing to take care of building and installing it, so I figured, why not?”
Kiwi was referring to the brand new, now snow-covered playground set that now stood between the end of the building and the surrounding forest. There were swings, see-saws, a tube slide, a jungle gym with a fire pole at the center, monkey bars, a tire swing, and even a roundabout, all of them in every color of the rainbow. There was enough equipment to entertain up to thirty fairies at a time (which it would most certainly do very well by the Rainbow Fairies’ fifth year of school).
“You girls can’t really play on it now, because of the snow,” Kiwi explained, “but when the weather gets warmer—hey, wait!”
The little Rainbow Fairies hadn’t been listening at all. They immediately ran to try it out, ignoring the snow and ice everywhere. Kiwi laughed, shrugged, and flew after them, dragging her own sisters along, as well. Madame Grey wasn’t up to playing with them this time, but she smiled to herself. I have run this Academy for hundreds of years, she thought. I suppose it is a small wonder that no fairy ever asked for a playground before now. Oh well, one less request for me to say no to. Little did she know how many injured fairies she’d have to deal with as a result of the playground, or how many times she would blame her secretary for consenting to the idea without her own permission, but for now, it seemed not to do any harm to have it. (A/N See, I answered your request, Bleach Girl!)
At some point, while everyone else was enjoying the playground, a thought struck Sunny. She got off her swing and went to find Inky on the jungle gym. Whispering her idea, Sunny pointed at the white nightcap that was still on her head, and Inky nodded. Together they slipped unnoticed away from the playground and asked Madame Grey if they might go inside to warm up and play with their other presents. The headmistress might have known better than to trust Inky and Sunny on their own, but she was still enchanted by the playground, and allowed them in.
But when the other fairies finally tired of the playground and went back inside to the dormitory hall, Sunny and Inky were nowhere to be seen!
“I thought you said they came inside?” Blackberry asked, hiding a knowing smile.
Before Madame Grey could say a word, the door to Dorm No. 1 burst open and Sunny ran out, still wearing the white nightcap and clutching Sky’s old grey cap in one fist. “Heuh we awe! We wuh puttin’ away sum uv da giffs!”
“Aw, she’s such a good helper!” Lemon praised with a grin.
“Annnnn’,” Sunny went on, “I make Sky a Chwismus giff!”
Sky looked surprised. None of the little girls had made anything for each other, but here was Sunny handing her sister the old grey cap. “Iss in dere!” she pointed out.
Curious, Sky took the cap and reached inside. Her delicate little face went pale. “Sunny,” she said slowly, “this isn’t…my haiuh, is it?” She held up a handful of golden hair.
“Uh-uh. Iss mine!”
Sunny whipped off the white nightcap to reveal a completely shorn head. Every single lock of fuzzy hair had been chopped off unevenly by a pair of safety scissors from the art room, which Inky now came forward from the dorm room to show off.
“Now ya don’ hafta be da onwy one!” Sunny announced.
The other four little Rainbow Fairies cried out in alarm. Their mentors gasped in shock. Lemon looked sick. Blueberry groaned when she saw the scissors. Madame Grey’s usual disapproving expression darkened further, but she said nothing.
Only Blackberry laughed. “You guys are so blind! Can’t you all see what she did? Sunny made a sacrifice for her sister’s sake. If that’s not the true spirit of Christmas, then I don’t know what is!”
Twilight fell upon the Academy softly. Stars twinkled in the night, and ethereal Christmas carols could be heard upon the wind. Red and green lights glowed on the tree in the dormitory hall, which smelled heavily of pine, cinnamon, and wintergreen. The holiday was coming to an end.
Red closed the door of Dorm No. 1, chuckling to herself. It had taken awhile to get over Sunny’s shock, but the little fairy’s heart was set in her choice. Lemon had tried to magic her mentee’s hair back, but Madame Grey had stopped her, saying that Sunny must “live with the consequences”. Sky had remained pale for the rest of the day, but Sunny’s gift had definitely touched her, and she hugged her sister every chance she got.
All in all, it had been a wonderful Christmas. Santa and Angel had outdone themselves. And so had someone else.
Red paused before going into her own room. She could hear the muffled sounds of joy through the door, where her sisters were giving each other gifts and looking through the stockings they had hung on the bedposts. But she wasn’t ready to join them just yet. She felt the trim around the door jam until she found the wooden crucifix that Plum had once hung there.
“Thank You,” she whispered in prayer, pressing her hand against the cross. “Thank You so much for Your coming. And for everything You did. Let us never forget the true meaning of Christ’s Mass.”
With a happy sigh, Red slipped inside to join the gift-giving.
A/N Let it never be said that I’m not religious! I know not everyone who reads this is Christian, but since this book series is a product of Western European culture, I’m sticking by that. If any of you decide to give me hate reviews, well then screw you.Next chapter will take place a lot later, probably in the spring, and after that I’ll soon be introducing the junior Weather Fairies. I won’t be able to publish again for at least a few months, so try checking back in mid-March. If I haven’t posted anything then, try late May to early June. I should be back by then 🙂 Merry Christmas, all!