Giovanni Zatara had been gone for years now. Dead, not gone. Zatanna knew the difference was an important one, as the dead did not return. Not the likes of which he was dead, at least. She understood that stranger things had happened in this universe and in others. But it did not change the finality of this situation. There was no second or third chances for the Zataras, not in the way. While not exactly the last of her line, she was close. This did not bother her as much as it might, though there were times that she maintained a certain level of nostalgia that she wasn't able to shake. Typically, she would make a call or send a text and return to her normal life when the feelings hit. Today, she did not. It was a certain time of the year that this was a necessity.
There were not others in the house when she made her appearance, popping into being in the middle of the great study that housed far more books than any one mortal could ever hope to read. That did not stop her from her final destination, however.
A magician often led a solitary life. Vivacious and outgoing as she was, Zee recognized this fact on the occasion that it came to matter. The family home was the place where she came to do just that - relax and enjoy a bit of solitude. Not too often but just enough. There were no overhead lights lit on the evening, just the warmth from the fire and the shadows cast over the shelves and books stacked haphazardly on most of the available surfaces. There were fewer places in the universe that Zee felt more at home - and the reason that she had not sold the old place or rented it. This was her father's study (and never quite hers, as much as she enjoyed it) even if he'd left it long ago.
Zatanna laid the flower - a single rose - against the plush, tall-backed chair that her father had always favored when he was working in his study. She smiled at fondly at the sight and then nodded. "Merry Christmas, dad."