Who: Ethan & Harris
What: Harris arriving to spend Christmas with the Holmes family (and Sam)
Where: Ethan's house
When: Thursday, December 22nd, 2011; evening
This whole "visiting Ethan's family" for Christmas thing still seemed weird to Harris, but he couldn't deny the appeal of spending it in a family setting. Besides, he'd get to bother Sam and bicker with Ethan, so it was lining up to be a good time. And, hey, if Ethan got his looks from his mother... Well, whatever happened, Harris was fairly certain that it would be his best Christmas in at least five years - it couldn't possibly be his worst, at least.
The drive to Lima had been long, but familiar, and it had taken Harris a bit of driving around to find the right street. Go figure Ethan lived on the nice side of town - Harris had only been there two or three times before. Even once he'd processed that, he wasn't expecting how... grand the Holmes estate was - and estate was the only work he could think of to describe it. Just the sight of it left him speechless as he pulled into the driveway. "Jesus Christ" were the only words he managed between then and when he crossed the porch. His dufflebag slung over his shoulder and a bouquet of roses for Ethan's mother in his hand, he reached out to knock (had he known for certain that it was only Ethan and Sam who were home, he would have rung the doorbell repeatedly, just to be a pest). Waiting for someone - Ethan, he figured - to answer the door, Harris cast another look around, just trying to take it all in. He'd known that Ethan's family had money, but apparently he'd underestimated just how wealthy they really were. Then again, there were paying the Dalton tuition for two kids, so that ought to have indicated something.