Frost sighed, looking at the present he'd been so late with delivering. Really, he must have seemed a terrible friend, a terrible knight. Forgetting Thack's gift for so long. Things had just gotten so busy, and now- now he was just a few Octobers late. Better late than never the ghost told himself. The tiny parcel was wrapped in a festive blue wrapping paper, little pumpkin snowflakes on the side in white. The bow simple with a small, if appropriate little tag in the shape of a bone, Thackery, King of Pain and Keys listed as the intended recipient.

Knocking on the cerberus's dorm door, Frost waited, hoping to see his friend.. and that he'd accept the ghost's apology for being so late.

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