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[clumsy_auror]

One corner of the living room has been cleared, and a lovely blue fir has taken up residence in the spot.

'Dora stands before it with her wand raised, a speculative look on her face.

She always has a hard time deciding what colour the fairy lights should be. And, in the end, always goes with a little of everything.

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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny looks like she wants to try climbing the Big New Toy Tree.

Eyeing away, the little one is.

Oh yes.

[clumsy_auror]

'Dora doesn't notice the eyeing, sadly enough. She flicks her wand and a series of Christmas baubles comes shooting out, dancing around the tree and eventually settling themselves on the branches.

"...What d'you think? Too much? More?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Mo'!" Firmly.






Are you surprised?

(Be grateful, Dora, that you've got the pup and not the mun at her first Christmas. Climbing a tree isn't as bad as making a ladder of presents and trying to fling yourself into it, right?)

[clumsy_auror]

I think we can all be grateful that's not the case.

...Although Bernard taking the tree out back and blowing it up, post-ruination, would be pretty damn funny.

"I think so, too," she says confidently, and adds a fair few more.

They're all the colours of the rainbow, and seem to catch the light unnaturally, sparkling and twinkling of their own accord.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

It would be FUN, I'm sure!

*is not biased*

"Magic," Sunny sighs.

She doesn't mean how they appeared. Just. The pretties.

[clumsy_auror]

"It really is," she agrees, and holds out a hand. "Wanna help me with the star on top?"

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Yes."

Firmly.


(Silly Mummy, even having to ask!)

[clumsy_auror]

Silly Mummy, indeed.

"Up you get, then." 'Dora helps Sunny clamber up onto the sofa (to avoid the dreaded bending over) and then scoops the toddler up into her arms. "Here, put your hand on mine," she instructs, putting Sunny's tiny hand around her own where it grasps the wand. "Wave it with me now, ready--"

And as the wand waves, a shower of silver stars explodes from the wand-tip, and come together to form one big star that seems to hover atop the tree.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard's been leaning against the partition between the living room and the dining room, watching, a plate of iced sugar cookies in hand.

Yes, there might be an ornate 'Esus-Puppy in there somewhere.

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

If there is, Sunny is going :O! at it and refusing to let anyone eat it ever. Oh yes.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He puts the plate down and walks into the living room, putting his arm around them both.

"Looks good."

Looks better than good, his face says.

[clumsy_auror]

"It does, doesn't it?" she says proudly, leaning her head against his. "Mm. You smell like vanilla." A kiss to his cheek.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Yes, well. Been slaving away for your highnesses all day."

[young_tmriddle]

Tom and Ingress knock on the door and then walk into the flat. As he enters, Tom unshrinks the tiny box he was carrying in his palm. He sets the now large box on the floor. Inside are fresh fir wreaths complete with ribbons, sparkly baubles, and everything else needed for making Christmas wreaths.

"Hullo, all. Merry Christmas!"

[smallestopener]

"Hi! We brought cookies, too!"

Ingress runs over to 'Dora and Sunny with a plate full of Christmas cookies. Not surprisingly, they are glazed to look glittery.

[clumsy_auror]

"Oooooh, thank you, lovely." Beaming, Tonks hugs Ingress close and kisses Tom on the cheek. "And what've you got there?" She peers inside the box.

[young_tmriddle]

Tom laughs and gives her a quick hug as Ingress hurries over to admire the tree.

"Wreath-making items. We've no doors to hang them on, but apparently we must make them anyway. And besides, I figured you lot had a door for one, at any rate. Christmas in the House of Arch is a time for intense decoration, you know. I'm nearly blinded by the tinsel as I pass from room to room."

[clumsy_auror]

"I shall have to stop by and see it, then. As you can see..." she says, gesturing vaguely at the room, "I've gone a bit wild with the decorating, too. Bernard says he's going to start sneezing glitter if I keep on like this, but he really does like it."

[young_tmriddle]

"As do I," he grins. "But don't tell."

He takes in the sparkling decorations of the Tonks-Wrangle flat.

"I dunno, it grows on you, I suppose. I even have my own tree in my study. Decorated in Slytherin colors, of course. And the finest glass twining serpents you've ever seen."

[clumsy_auror]

An appreciative look. "Nice. I'd try that, but somehow I don't reckon decorative badgers would have the same effect."

[young_tmriddle]

He considers this seriously. "With Father Christmas hats and enough glitter, I think they'd be just the thing."

[clumsy_auror]

She snorts a giggle, and gestures expansively. "Have at it, mate. The flat is your palette."

Still snickering, she helps him sets the box down on the table and starts pawing through it.

Ellie bounds over and jumps up to lick Tom's hand.

[young_tmriddle]

"Oh, I'd not say that were I you. You might end up with more snakes than badgers."

He kneels down to pat Ellie. "Hey there, girl. How are you? Haven't swallowed any ornaments have you?"

[clumsy_auror]

"No, but she's been chewing on the tree already." A firm look down at the dog, who wags her tail enthusiastically and ignores her mistress completely. "And I'm sure Sunny, for one, wouldn't mind a few snakes."

[young_tmriddle]

"I'm sure she wouldn't."

He waves his wand and a garland of snakes appear dangling in shining green scales. In between each one is a dainty little badger - with a Father Christmas hat on each one.

"How's that?"