Max had given in and allowed Artemis to talk him into getting a third Pygmy Puff. They had a pink one and a blue one, but at the re-opening of Wheezes there had been purple ones and the little lad hadn't stopped talking about them since. He'd even decided on a name for the new addition before they even bought him. Mace, because of his colour obviously. Max was starting to regret ever letting Art watch Star Wars...
Stepping back into the Leaky from Diagon, Max smiled as he saw the Landlady -Hannah- dressing the tree. It was brightly coloured this year, a refreshing change from the more traditional colours. Art tugged on his hand, wanting a closer look and Max followed. Not wanting to startle the witch and her baby, he muttered a soft hello as he stopped beside her.
'Oh, its lovely.' He smiled shyly, trying to think of things to say. He wasn't used to being sociable. 'Art approves, so it must be good.' He looked down at his son, making sure he didn't touch anything he wasn't supposed to.