((I don't know what we want involved- the Death Eaters, Merlot, etcetera. So if you want me to adjust anything, just let me know.))
Somehow... they had made it.
Well, they had made it to Christmas. But they had made it to one day where nothing could touch them. Jack could forget all that had led up to today and just enjoy what today meant- that in a weird, explainable way, Jack had a place; a family; a home.
Somewhere between spying on the Death Eaters, trying to rescue Nemo, quickly becoming one of the best Beaters in her league, and trying to help Merlot settle, Jack had managed to go out and do some Christmas shopping. She had even purchased a few things for her biological family, which she had carefully deposited on her stoop before quickly apparating away. She didn't know if they had received the gifts, or if they had liked them.
She could hope.
The alarm clock was beeping in her bedroom, but Jack was already up, making some hot chocolate for herself and pouring Nemo some eggnog. She had turned on the lights on the Christmas tree, and had performed a clever little spells- icicles gleamed on the tree's branches, faeries flitted among the ornaments, and the lights twinkled in differing rhythms. The presents were under the tree, the stockings were full.
Christmas had arrived.
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