I think we all forget sometimes, as dangerous as our lives are and as much risk as we're putting ourselves in, everyone else here is facing danger too. No one's safe from the whims of the Protectorate, and everyone lives in fear.
I think the children want what children always want, sweets and toys, little things that light up or spin or move or dance and are broken by Boxing Day. They learn to live in fear, just like their parents, but underneath it all, they're still children. The same things still put a light in their eyes.
Harry's a bit of a special case, though. I suspect he gets piles of presents from every corner of the Protectorate. The normal, everyday things with a personal touch would likely mean so much more to him than trinkets or sweets. Will you send him something?
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branchandroot
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Date: 2009-11-28 07:36 pm (UTC)I think the children want what children always want, sweets and toys, little things that light up or spin or move or dance and are broken by Boxing Day. They learn to live in fear, just like their parents, but underneath it all, they're still children. The same things still put a light in their eyes.
Harry's a bit of a special case, though. I suspect he gets piles of presents from every corner of the Protectorate. The normal, everyday things with a personal touch would likely mean so much more to him than trinkets or sweets. Will you send him something?