Title: Christmas
Genre: Friendship/Family
Word Count: 507
Warning: Swearing,probably cringe-worthy amounts of fluff
Summary: "Last thing Violet expected when she woke up Christmas morning was five voice singing out an incredibly off-key version of 'Hark the Herald Angels Sing'.
Notes: No one writes about the minor characters, so I decided to so a drabble-ish oneshot featuring them. Remember when Tate said the ghost were a family? Well, here's a family moment for ya.
The last thing Violet expects when she wakes up in middle of the night is five voices singing an incredibly off-key version of 'Hark the Herald Angels Sing'. Well, two are singing, one is happily yelling along with nonsense words, and two are making up obscene rewrites. Troy, Bryan, Beau, Angie, and Margret are down in the living room playing a make-shift game and yelling the carol as loud as possible. There's a satisfying crack as a red rubber ball connects with Troy's bat, send Beau scrambling after as the girls cheered.
"What the hell are you guys doing? Are trying to wake up the whole damn house?" She groans, rubbing her eyes. The caroling abruptly stops.
"Duh, that's kinda the idea," Bryan says, rolling his eyes as Beau hands him back the ball.
"It's Christmas!" Angie cheers, as if that excused waking her up at God knows when in the morning, but her smile, if charred, is infectious, and Violet can't help smiling along with her. Soon She finds herself playing along with the game, cheering on Beau, and laughing at the swear words the twins manage to work into the songs. At the end of a particularly raunchy version of 'Jingle Bells', after nearly an hour of playing their baseball-esque game, another presence finally joins them.
"Start with out me?" Tate leans against the doorway to the living room, watching the games. His dark eyes flicker over to her for a moment, before returning to the group in front of him.
"Your lose, Shithead," Troy says, "Shoulda got up earlier."
"At least now we can go sledding," Margret adds, looking excited. Violet's confused, they isn't any snow, and they can't go outside to a hill anyway. Her questions are answered, however, when the twins reveal large sleds at the top of the stairs.
"Isn't this dangerous?" She asks, not understand why Tate would let five kids go stair sledding.
"We're dead, idiot. We can't die again," Bryan sneers, "We can do whatever the hell we want."
Violet watches them the first couple times, letting all of them go down, each whooping and laughing the entire way down. She forgets that they are actually just kids sometimes.
"M'lady?" Tate offers, holding out his hand to help her on the sled. She steps on hesitantly, before being shoved off the top of the stairs. There's a wonderful adrenaline rush as the sled basically charges to the ground. It's amazing.
Back at the top of the stairs, She finally approaches Tate for real.
"So, when did you all starting doing.. this?"
Tate smiles slightly, " 'Bout ten years ago, it's just become a tradition since then."
She wants to ask him more, talk to him more about pointless things, but a loud crash of shattering glass interrupts them.
"Oh, Shit," The twins chorus from downstairs.
"This is another tradition. You might want to hide to Moria finds us," Tate says, before winking and disappearing.