Twelfth Day of Christmas - Spike/ Flitwick (HP)
“On the Twelfth day of Christmas the Hellmouth Gave to Me Twelve Wizards Singing.”
Flitwick looked around him as the portkey finished sending him and his students to America. They were supposed to in Salem at their Wizarding School to preform carols on Christmas Eve but looking around; he was definitely in the wrong place. For one thing, he knew that Salem College was not set in a cemetery.
“Lumos” Flitwick called out to get a better view of the dark surrounds.
“Oi, watch it mate,” came a voice from behind him. He turned to look and saw a pale man with bleached hair.
“What we got here mate?”
“Carollers,” Flitwick answered.