Who: Edgar, Amelia and Norah Bones
What: The Bones Family Christmas
Where: Edgar's house
When: The morning of December 25th
Rating: Probably G, unless someone uses Language.
Status: Incomplete
Edgar was, in some ways, a predictable bloke: the list of things he loved was very long, the list of things he hated short, and right at the top of the former was Christmas Day. This was information that could surprise no one who knew the Healer. Holidays in general were a source of much cheer and merriment for the man, who decorated the Infirmary for things as silly as May Day and who could tell the birthday of each and every person he knew off the top of his head; nothing, however, was quite like Christmas.
Honestly, he could give Molly Weasley a run for her money as far as enthusiastic family Christmas celebrations were concerned.
This Christmas was no different despite the lack of young children in his household to delight at daybreak. He'd been up since before dawn regardless, cooking and putting finishing touches on decorations and generally puttering around, singing carols and being a "jolly nuisance," in Lucy's affectionate words.
The family in general- Oscar and his family, plus various of Lucy's relations- were expected at lunchtime for the meal and presents, supper to follow in the evening, but as for his own children, well, they were expected promptly at nine in the morning if they didn't want Dear Old Dad owling concerns and then making sad faces at them when they did show up. And while she was his sister rather than his child, Amelia was included in that number. After all, she had no other obligations on the day as far as Edgar was concerned, and he wouldn't want her to feel lonely or left out. Not on Christmas.
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