Harry Potter's : Fantastic Beasts Guide

As David handed Newt the letter from Rove, his grandfather read it silently, his face calm and unreadable. Newt was used to such letters. His son had long embraced a life of exploration, traveling the world to study magical creatures and plants, much like Newt himself had done in his youth. Visits were rare, and Newt harbored no resentment—he understood.

Tina, on the other hand, was visibly saddened as she read the letter. She hadn't seen her grandson Rove for two years, and the prospect of another Christmas without him weighed heavily on her heart.

David, watching his grandmother's expression, felt determined to cheer her up. Maybe I can do something special this Christmas, he thought. A performance, perhaps? But as he considered his options, doubts crept in. Singing? His voice wasn't great. Dancing? He shuddered at the thought of his awkward moves.

Just as frustration began to set in, two fairies buzzed past him, quarreling loudly. Suddenly, an idea struck him. I don't need to perform— he realized, —the fairies can!

The thought of these beautiful, mischievous creatures putting on a show brought a wide grin to David's face. He immediately called over the fairies and whispered, "Would you like to perform a dance for Christmas?"

The two fairies began twirling and buzzing excitedly. They seemed thrilled by the idea, ready to show off their grace and charm.

With their agreement secured, David raced to the study and retrieved a hefty book titled "Teaching You to Make Fashionable Women's Clothing." It had been a gift to Tina, but she'd never used it. As David flipped through the book, he was quickly overwhelmed by the hundreds of steps required for each design.

"How am I supposed to make dresses like these in just a few days?" he groaned.

Two fairies perched on the pages, stopping him from turning further. They pointed at an image of a gorgeous gown and buzzed in unison.

"You like this one?" David asked. The fairies nodded eagerly.

"But it's too complicated!" David protested. The instructions for this dress were daunting—thousands of steps! He sighed, feeling defeated.

One of the fairies closed her eyes, and a soft, colorful light began to glow around her. Moments later, she was wearing the exact dress from the picture. It shimmered elegantly, transforming her into a vision of beauty and grace.

David's jaw dropped. "You can just… make it yourself?"

The fairies nodded, but the moment of triumph was short-lived. The second fairy, seeing the first in the dress, grew furious. Their joyful buzzes turned into sharp, angry noises. The two fairies hovered nose-to-nose, their tiny faces scrunched in anger.

"Stop, stop!" David exclaimed, separating them gently with his fingers. "There are plenty of other beautiful dresses in the book. You'll each get your turn."

Reluctantly, the second fairy calmed down and waited for her turn to choose. David decided it was time to involve the rest of the fairies. He called them all in to pick dresses. Soon, five fairies had gathered around, pulling along Pickett, the Bowtruckle.

The scene turned chaotic as they fought over which dress to choose. One fairy flaunted her new gown, flying circles around the others. The room was filled with their buzzing chatter, leaving David's head spinning. Finally, after what felt like forever, the fairies each settled on their preferred outfits.

Pickett, however, looked left out. He gestured at the fairies, then at himself.

"Wait, Pickett—do you want a dress too?" David asked, startled.

Pickett shook his head furiously and pointed at David's clothes instead.

"Oh, I see! You want a suit!" David chuckled.

The fairies gathered around Pickett and waved their hands. A parchment from the table floated over to wrap around the little creature. Bright light shimmered around him, and when it faded, Pickett stood in a tight black suit with gold accents.

Pickett admired himself in the mirror, straightening his outfit with pride. "Looking sharp, aren't you?" David teased.

The fairies, now decked out in their elegant gowns, gathered around Pickett and cheered. Together, they twirled and danced, reveling in their new outfits.

David watched the lively scene with amusement. "You know, we need a name for this group." He thought for a moment. "How about Fairy Girl?"

The fairies buzzed excitedly, clearly approving of the name.

David then decided to give each fairy an individual name:

The fairy with blue wings became Natalie.

The one with pink hair was named Mia.

The cold and elegant fairy with black wings was christened Grace.

The fairy with pink-and-blue wings bowed slightly as she received the name Samantha.

The fairy with short black hair spun in the air and was named Kami.

The last fairy, dressed like a princess, curtsied as David named her Joanna.

The fairies celebrated their new identities by performing an impromptu dance routine. David watched, his heart swelling with pride.

"This Christmas will be unforgettable," he thought. The FairyGirl group was ready to light up the holiday season with magic, beauty, and joy.