It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas...
Date: Wednesday, 5 December 2001
Time: Evening
Location: Finnigan’s of Diagon Alley - Second Floor Apartment
Characters Involved: Seamus Finnigan, Charlotte Aurelius Finnigan
Rating: G unless Char gets peeved…
Seamus used the bar towel in his hand to wipe down the pristine clean surface of the bar, his bar one last time as he left the barroom of Finnigan’s of Diagon Alley and opened the door that led to the apartment he and Charlotte shared one flight up. He totally ignored the incredulous looks each and every person who worked at Finnigan’s gave him as they stopped to watch his exit. Even Cook made an appearance in the doorway of the kitchen, House-Elves peeking out from behind, to observe this rare occurrence. He just rolled his eyes and laughed at them all as he took off up the stairs to spend the evening with Charlotte, his extremely pregnant wife. The dinner rush was over and it was a rather quiet Wednesday in the pub, still, it was the first evening he had arranged to take off since the pub had first opened last June.
Seamus understood that his place was behind the bar at Finnigan’s, and that was where he spent nearly all of his waking hours once the pub opened for lunch. He felt very slightly guilty about taking even one night off, knowing neither his Mum nor his Da would have done the same. It was too close to the holidays. Yet this late in her pregnancy, Seamus Finnigan could refuse his pregnant wife Char nothing. Char wanted them to spend the evening decorating their apartment for Christmas and what his Char wanted, he was more than like to try to give her.
Finnigan’s was decorated for the Holidays long since, but they had both been working too much to tend to decorating their Apartment. Seasmus would have objected, having never spent any time at all decorating his flat at The Leaky Cauldron, but his memories of Char’s flat above Trésor Littéraire decorated for Christmas last year were too vivid, too pleasurable and too intertwined with their becoming a family for him to refuse.
His smile grew as he took the steps two at a time and began singing Once in Royal David’s City. He pushed down thoughts of being needed downstairs and resolved to give his wife the attention she needed and deserved.
As he reached the landing, he called out his greeting, bursting through the door and ready to hang whatever lights and other dainty ornaments his Char wanted for decorations while she directed from a place of comfort and joy.
“Char, luv! Your Seamus is here at your service then, lass. What’s it to be for a Finnigan’s Christmas now, love?”
Time: Evening
Location: Finnigan’s of Diagon Alley - Second Floor Apartment
Characters Involved: Seamus Finnigan, Charlotte Aurelius Finnigan
Rating: G unless Char gets peeved…
Seamus used the bar towel in his hand to wipe down the pristine clean surface of the bar, his bar one last time as he left the barroom of Finnigan’s of Diagon Alley and opened the door that led to the apartment he and Charlotte shared one flight up. He totally ignored the incredulous looks each and every person who worked at Finnigan’s gave him as they stopped to watch his exit. Even Cook made an appearance in the doorway of the kitchen, House-Elves peeking out from behind, to observe this rare occurrence. He just rolled his eyes and laughed at them all as he took off up the stairs to spend the evening with Charlotte, his extremely pregnant wife. The dinner rush was over and it was a rather quiet Wednesday in the pub, still, it was the first evening he had arranged to take off since the pub had first opened last June.
Seamus understood that his place was behind the bar at Finnigan’s, and that was where he spent nearly all of his waking hours once the pub opened for lunch. He felt very slightly guilty about taking even one night off, knowing neither his Mum nor his Da would have done the same. It was too close to the holidays. Yet this late in her pregnancy, Seamus Finnigan could refuse his pregnant wife Char nothing. Char wanted them to spend the evening decorating their apartment for Christmas and what his Char wanted, he was more than like to try to give her.
Finnigan’s was decorated for the Holidays long since, but they had both been working too much to tend to decorating their Apartment. Seasmus would have objected, having never spent any time at all decorating his flat at The Leaky Cauldron, but his memories of Char’s flat above Trésor Littéraire decorated for Christmas last year were too vivid, too pleasurable and too intertwined with their becoming a family for him to refuse.
His smile grew as he took the steps two at a time and began singing Once in Royal David’s City. He pushed down thoughts of being needed downstairs and resolved to give his wife the attention she needed and deserved.
As he reached the landing, he called out his greeting, bursting through the door and ready to hang whatever lights and other dainty ornaments his Char wanted for decorations while she directed from a place of comfort and joy.
“Char, luv! Your Seamus is here at your service then, lass. What’s it to be for a Finnigan’s Christmas now, love?”