It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas...

[safinnigan]

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…

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[beautesolitaire]

Charlotte had agreed to stop working on the first of the month, with pressure from her loving husband and her annoying employee. She was unwrapping ornaments when he came up the stairs. She heard his singing and smiled, even Socrates looked up at hearing his voice. Charlotte glanced at the clock. She was unwrapping the ornaments from their tissue protections. She chuckled softly, seeing him so happy and smiling.

"Bonjour, mon amour." she said with a smile to him. The tree was lovely. They'd gotten it the same time as the tree downstairs in the pub. It was a lovely blue green color with a high reach and a full bottom. There was music playing, lovely strains of carols sung by carolers. There was a fire in the fireplace that crackled lightly. "Welcome 'ome, love." she said, moving to get up. She was huge, but now that she wasn't working, it was a little better, though a little boring. She'd been reading a lot, working on her long forgotten research.

She leaned up and kissed him over the mistletoe she'd hung over their front doorway.

[safinnigan]

Seamus responded warmly to his wife’s kiss, cupping her chin and cheeks with his hands. He was relieved that she had agreed to stop working and was staying close to home now so he could keep both eyes an eye on her. He was able to run upstairs now and again to make sure she was resting or see if she needed anything - like help getting up out of a chair. At this point in her pregnancy she was huge and tired and he often wondered if they were really having twins; but the ultrasound picture they kept in their bedroom was proof enough that it was just one lovely daughter waiting to be born

[beautesolitaire]

She chuckled as she moved to sit down in the chair by the tree. Her feet were happy for the reprieve from her pregnant self. The baby was swimming around like her belly as an Olympic pool, just doing lazy laps. Socrates greeted Seamus with his usual nudge and demand for affection too. "I 'ave been unwrapping all of zese decorations for us to put on ze tree." she said, motioning to the boxes of decorations and lights and such things, "First t'ing zat should go on is ze fairy lights." she said with a nod.

The most important thing about the holidays was decorating the tree. She had bought him a special ornament too. But that was for a little later. She absently played with the crystal Christmas tree star that had been on the tree since she was a child. It had been her mother's. Most of the ornaments had been with a few shipped to her from Beven were there as well.

[safinnigan]

As soon as he saw Char comfortably settled, he gave Socrates a welcome home scratch and ordered the pup to look after Char whilst he worked on the tree. Seamus took up the string of “fairy lights” and starting placing them on the tree. Finnigan’s in Kenmare was often decorated with lights, so he was used to decorating with lights, these were just smaller than most. He finished with the first string and started on the second, singing along with the Christmas music she had playing in the background

[beautesolitaire]

"Ze fairy lights attract ze Christmas fairies, you silly man." she chuckled as she watched him, she continued to unwrap little ornaments and decorations for the house. She unwrapped a house that was very special. It had been a present to her mother from her father. It was a magiced Christmas house. It looked just like her childhood home and was magiced to have lights that worked and Conall and Charlotte were building a snowman in the front yard under the glass globe. Her finger traced the globe softly, smiling softly. Now she had her own home and her own child on the way. Her parents would be proud of her for finding such a good man in Seamus, even if he wasn't a pureblood

[safinnigan]

Seamus laughed heartily when she fetchingly told him the fairies were Christmas fairies and called him a silly man. She was smiling and happy and he was delighted to be her silly man if that made her happy. He leaned over to kiss her on the cheek as he scooped up several of the unwrapped ornaments for the tree. He knew she was bound to be riled by his sweeping up her precious ornaments, but he did it anyway, teasing her in small ways that were totally harmless and at least mildly entertaining. Anything that kept her mind off how tired and large she was feeling these days was a blessing, and this evening he wanted to make sure she was a very happy exhausted, not a worried exhausted as she had been when she’d insisted on working too long at Trésor Littéraire

[beautesolitaire]

She just laughed at his efforts, "Seamus, mon amour, you are so silly." she chuckled, moving to get herself up, "You can not just t'row zem on zere. Zey are not confetti." she added.

What a silly man. She saw the smile in his eyes. He was laughing at her. He got swatted with a ribbon. "You scamp." she laughed softly and settled back into her chair, "Be nice, mon amour, or you can sleep under the fairy lights." she chuckled, oh she could tease him just as much. She rubbed her belly where the baby was kicking. She smiled softly as she tapped back, murmering to the baby in french.

The Christmas music played in the background before she moved to hand him the next ornament. He looked so wonderful in the fairy lights. She crooked her finger at him to get him down to her level and gave him a kiss once he was down there.