Title: Duties
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Victoire, Bill, Fleur
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 440
Summary: Bill and Victoire have a special Christmas Eve tradition.
Notes:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: December Event - Nativity Play - Elizabeth (Mary's Sister): (scenario) Putting shoes under the bed/milk and cookies by the fireplace/other Christmas Eve tradition (300 minimum words) / Character: Victoire Weasley
Fleur knocked on the door.
Victoire had just put her shoes under her bed, but she looked up when her bedroom door opened. "Is it time?" she asked excitedly.
Fleur nodded.
Victoire stood up, and in stocking feet, she raced from the room.
At one time, Fleur had been jealous of this particular tradition because it wasn't one she was allowed to share with her daughter. It was something just been Bill and Victoire. Now though, Fleur knew it wasn't meant to be a slight to her; it was simply daddy-daughter bonding time.
She walked past the main room but couldn't help but peek into it.
Victoire and Bill sat together on the rug by the fireplace. There was a plate of cookies between them and two glasses of milk.
Victoire talked animatedly about whatever was currently interesting to the nine-year old and Bill listened intently. He hung on every word his oldest daughter said.
There was such love in both of their eyes, and Fleur's heart warmed. She knew this time was important to the pair, so she left them to it.
Victoire dipped another chocolate chip cookie in her glass of milk. "Do you know that Louis talked to someone the other day? I don't think it was someone magical. Anyways, he learned about someone named Santa Claus."
Bill nodded. "I heard that name from your Uncle Harry and Aunt Hermione. Muggle children grow up believing that a man named Santa Claus brings presents to all of the good little boys and girls in the world."
"That's a lot of presents. How can anyone believe some man can do that all by himself?"
Bill grinned. "Magic of course."
Victoire laughed. "I think Louis might actually believe in this Santa guy."
Bill waved it away as he dipped his own cookie into his milk. "I'm not that worried. It's not horrible for him to believe in such a thing."
"What happens if he gets upset when he finds out there is no such thing as Santa Claus?"
Bill put a hand on her shoulder. "Let me handle it. It's not your job to worry about Louis, or Dominique for that matter."
"I'm the oldest; it kind of comes with the territory," Victoire explained.
"Trust me. I get it. I'm... Well, I'm much, much older than you, and I still worry about all of my little brothers and my little sister."
"The duties of a big sister and brother are never done," Victoire stated seriously.
Bill nodded in agreement.
They were silent as they went back to simply enjoying their milk and cookies, and basking in each other's company.