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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At Christmas play and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. - Thomas Tusser )
One hand slid down to her rounded belly, giving both of the ladies in his life all of his attention.
“Home is where my heart is, Char love, and that babe o’ yours, too, then!” He winked at her and gave her another quick kiss as he placed both arms around her, trying to take some of the weight he knew was making her more tired each day. “Your Seamus is here at your beck and call then, luv. So be after taking this load off your feet, lass,” he laughed as he playfully patted the large evidence of their baby between them. “’Twill be your wish, my command for this night then my love. In honour of Chirstmas,” he laughed again, “So don’t be wasting my generous talents with delay now.” He led her over to the chair nearest the tree, intending to wait on her hand and foot for the rest of the evening.
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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.
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“Now then Char, are these ‘fairy lights’ supposed to be after bringing the fairies to us, or keeping them away? Mab save us from mischievious fairies - if they’re at all like pixies, we’re doomed.” Then he laughed and continued placing the lights, standing back for a moment to be sure they were spread out evenly through the branches. Satisfied, he turned back to his wife. “There luv, the tree's alight for the fairies. What’s your will for me next then?”
He smiled and came over to tuck a stray tendril of her hair back from her cheek. She looked so sweet in the firelight - and the fairy light. He knew she loved Christmas decorations, but she looked so peaceful and happy he was glad he had given in to her desire to spend an evening together decorating their tree and the apartment. These moments were to be shared, savoured and treasured.
Family meant nearly everything to Seamus, and there could be no better representation of family than being here with his beloved, who was great with his child.
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She looked up at him and smiled at him. There was nothing more she could ask for in him. He was so sweet and he worked so hard to take care of them. Socrates curled up by the side of her chair. She reached down to scratch his ear lightly and watched him. "Ze ornament are next." she chuckled, "Ze fairies will come to a tree so lovely."
Fairies were good luck at Christmas and with their baby on the way, a bit of good luck was the best to be had. Christmas to her was all about family and friends. As she knew that it was with him. With his wonderful family. She felt kind of torn that they wouldn't be able to go to Kenmare for Christmas, but she had invited his family to come, enclosing a small explaination that she was too far along to travel by floo or apparation. She had not told him that she had invited them and had sworn them to secrecy.
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He quickly turned around, hiding his smirk and carefully but quickly hanging the ornaments haphazardly on the tree. The he mimed some rather awkward arm movements as if he’d almost dropped an ornament and muttered a few “Bloody hell’s” under his breath before he turned and displayed his work for her approval.
“There love, aught to be fine places for these trinkets, don’t you think?” He grinned like a cheshire cat caught in the cream and hoped she didn’t start throwing things at him. She’d realize he was kidding her sooner or later. His Irish eyes watched the play of emotions on her face and he was reminded of long Christmases past when his Da would help his Mum set up the Christmas decorations at Finnigans in Kenmare. He’d not thought of it before, but his own Da was like as not to vex his Mum with the same kind of mild teasing. Just enough to get her hackles up until she realized he was having one over on her. Then he’d just laugh at her while she blistered the air with her pretended recriminations - until he’d shut her up with a kiss under some mistletoe he’d just hung behind her back when she wasn’t looking.
It was a fond family memory and it pleased Seamus no end to believe he in some ways took after his good Irish father. Magic or no, Cian Finnigan was the best of men and Seamus would do well to follow in his footsteps.
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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.
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