Aurie looked up at the huge fir tree that Perseus and Diana had installed while they were out in Diagon Alley. The little girl looked back at her mother her eyes wide. Queenie laughed happily alongside her daughter, threading her fingers under her chin. Diana stepped up beside the little girl, offering Aurie a decoration and helping her hang it on the tree.

Aurie clapped her hands in excitement, turning back to Queenie. Diana sat back on her heels, digging into the box again.

"You can all help you know," She called over her shoulder to the adult children. Queenie and Jacob approached the tree with as much excitement as Aurie. Newt and Theseus hung back to help Perseus with the drinks. Tina appeared at Newt's elbow briefly, reaching over lightly to take her glass and Hippolyta's.

"Why don't you go help Aurie," she whispered with a smile. "I can help your dad with the drinks. You don't mind me do your Perseus?"

"Not at all Tina," Perseus smiled.

"Should Newt be helping with Aurora?" Theseus asked in bemusement, watching his younger brother cross the room.

Tina looked up at his, a frown creasing her forehead.

"There's probably no-one she'd rather have," she shrugged. "Aurie adores Newt."

"Really?" Theseus looked at Tina. She indicated to where Newt had hoisted Aurie to his hip, whispering to her as he handed her baubles to hang. She was smiling broadly, and excited. Theseus raised his eyebrows to accept her statement.

"He's a great Uncle," Tina said quietly, with a soft smile at the scene. Newt glanced over his shoulder to Tina, a matching smile on his face.

Perseus and Theseus exchanged a glance, eyebrows raised, conspiratorial smiles.

"Why don't you go join him," Perseus suggested, "Theseus and I can manage."

Tina huffed a smile, her eyes flicking to them briefly before she put the glasses down and slipped though the sofas to reach the tree. She picked up a bauble, offering it to Aurie with a hand to Newt's back.

"Easter," Theseus called softly to his father, accepting the glass of mulled wine.

"St Valentines," Perseus disagreed. "How much?"

"Twenty galleons?" Theseus suggested.

"Done," his father offered his hand. They shook on the deal.

….

"Good morning!" Tina called, knocking loudly on the door to Queenie and Jacob's room. "Come on guys, I know it's early, but if you think I'm excited you should see Diana!"

Jacob opened the door, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"What time is it?" he asked blearily.

"Six thirty," Tina laughed, "Aren't you usually up earlier for the bakery or with your daughter?"

"Yeah," he admitted, "We managed to convince her to go back to sleep."

"Just warning you, Newt's just making sure the animals are secure, then he'll be over," She laughed lightly. "Go put some gowns on!"

Jacob nodded, slipping back into the room. Tina leant against the wall, just as Newt appeared at the end of the corridor, his dressing down tied tightly and talking to Pickett on his shoulders.

"I thought you were bringing Dougal up?" Tina asked, glancing behind him to see the demiguise.

"He decided to stay down in the case," Newt said, sidling up to her. "Besides, probably better."

"Aurie would have liked him there," Tina smiled.

"Aurie would like the entire suitcase to be there," Newt corrected her, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I can't wait to see her face when she opens our gift."

"Queenie's going to kill us," Tina reminded him with a chuckle, just as the door opened, and Jacob and Queenie emerged.

"I thought this was a holiday," Queenie pretended to grouse.

"It is," Newt said. "And unfortunately my mother is rather excited to have a child in the house again. She's re-introduced the family traditions of my childhood."

They traipsed down the stairs, Diana hovering excitedly in the doorway to the living room, Theseus and Hippolyta standing against the wall looking like they were barely awake.

"Come on!" Diana clapped her hands. "I haven't had a child in the house since Newt and that was several decades ago!"

"Mother," Newt sighed, "I'm not quite that old."

"I don't know," Tina teased, reaching up to ruffle his head. "Are those gray hairs I see?"

Newt batted away her hand with a good natured smile.

"Can I take her?" Diana held her arms out for Aurie. Queenie handed her daughter over. "Come on then!"

She pushed the doors open. They had finished the tree late that evening. The tree was a cacophony of colour, flickering candles floating just below the ceiling in fair imitation of Hogwarts, silver bubbles hovering round the tree.

"Happy Christmas," Diana hugged Aurie close, putting her down on the floor. "Adults to sofas! Perseus and I will hand out the gifts! Tilly, hot chocolate please!"

Tina settled down on one seat, Newt instantly taking the one next to her. She leant against him. The other two adult couples taking the other sofas.

"Now, one of the traditions I had to give up when Newt went to Hogwarts," Diana scooted around the tree, "Was …. Aha! Here it is! The gift from the Silver Tree!"

Theseus and Newt both groaned. Diana laughed.

"The Silver Tree was a story I used to tell the boys when they were small. We had a tree in the garden with silver leaves. I told the boys it was magic, just like they were," Diana smiled down at the small silver gift. "I told them that at Christmas, if they whispered a wish, it had the possibility to come true."

"Aurie is too young to wish of course," Perseus added. "But Diana insisted we give her a Silver Tree gift."

"Oh Diana," Queenie had tears welling up in her eyes. Diana smiled sheepishly, handing the little girl her gift. Aurie opened it eagerly, revealing a small unicorn that could sit in her hand. The unicorn beat its tiny hooves against her palm. Aurie looked up and beamed at the Scamander matriarch.

"She says thank you," Queenie said softly. She turned to Jacob. "Looks like our baby has grandparents after all."

"Can we give ours next?" Tina asked, sitting forward, "Only, I've been reciting passages of MACUSA law in my head whenever I'm around my sister and its starting to grate on my nerves."

"Rudyard Kipling isn't much better," Queenie glanced at Newt. "Yes, please. Do."

Newt knelt down, picking up an oblong gift for Aurie.

"Merry Christmas Princess," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her hair.

Aurie tore the paper off and shrieked in excitement, looking up at her mom. Queenie groaned. Newt and Tina had given her a child broomstick, new on the market.

"What did you do that for?" She sighed, dropping her head to Jacob's shoulder. "We can't use it in New York."

"Hey," Tina shrugged, "I had to talk Newt out off a puffskein."

…..

"Hey, Newt?" Tina called, glancing through the door and wondering which direction her errant wanderer had gone. "Where'd you go?"

"Dougal, Tina," Newt called. She walked round the shed and smiled to see Newt stood in front of Dougal's basket, gently threading his fingers through the demiguises fur. "I'm worried about him. He seems…"

"Yeah," Tina agreed, coming up to stand next to him, and frowning with worry at her old friend. "Newt, how old do demiguises live?"

"Oh, decades," Newt reassured her with a smile. "And he is barely a decade old. He had plenty more time left in him yet."

Tina looked at him, all curled up looking despondent. It reminded her of the winter after Newt and Jacob had been removed from their lives.

"Hey, Newt?" Tina said softly, "I think he might be lonely. He's ten, or near enough right? And what… fifty year lifespan?"

"Closer to sixty," Newt corrected.

"Ok, so, he's in his twennies, I mean, for a wizard. Maybe he's lonely. He's always had Bennie and he still watches over the occamy… but, Bennie's been rather occupied with Laurel and Hardy recently. Maybe we need to find him a friend…"

Newt looked at Tina, and back to one of the first creatures he'd rescued.

"So, maybe your joke about magical creature matchmaker wasn't that far off," Newt sighed, pulling Tina closer. She moved to stroke Dougal as well. "I'm sorry Dougal, you'll have to make do with Tina and I for now. How about a story?"

Dougal raised his head and crooned softly, stretching his arms out to Tina. Newt smiled softly.

"I think that's a yes," Tina lifted him out. "You get Aurie and the book, I'll get us comfortable."

He returned to find a transfigured sofa, Dougal curled up against Tina with Bennie, Laurel and Hardy around her neck, waiting patiently for Newt and Aurie to arrive. He joined them on the sofa.

"What do we think?" he asked the assembled quietly. "Fountain of Fair Fortune? No? Alright… um, oh, we haven't read the Wizard and the Hopping Pot recently."

He opened the book, Aurie settling with her thumb in her mouth, and proceeded to start the short story of his childhood.

…..

"Hey, Diana?" Queenie sidled up to the older woman in the kitchen, having just been relieved of daughter duty by Newt and Tina. The couple had decided to duck down into their suitcase for a while.

Diana looked up from where she had been reading, her glasses perched on her nose.

"Yes, Queenie?"

"Thank you," Queenie wrung her hands a little awkwardly. "For what you thought this morning. And, for getting Aurie a Silver Tree gift… It means a lot to Jacob and I."

"You and your husband and your daughter are my son's family," Diana told her bluntly. "We aren't perfect Queenie, but we do believe in family. Even if it has taken Newt and Theseus and abnormally long time to learn to tolerate each other."

Queenie giggled. "Yeah, they still annoy each other, but they're adults now, so they've learnt how to deal with it."

"Besides, as soon as my son and your sister put us all out of our misery," Diana rolled her eyes, "You will be part of this family. Whether you wanted to be or not."

"Thank you," Queenie said softly.

"Don't mind Hippolyta," Diana added. "I know she sometimes says things off-hand, but, believe it or not, she is really trying."

"She isn't as bad as when Tina first met her," Queenie admitted, "Teenie was so mad at them, for such a long time."

"Yes, well, nearly dying does seem to have a habit of bringing people together," Diana said wryly, settling back in her chair and surveying Queenie thoughtfully. "Your sister forced Hippolyta to face some things she didn't like about herself."

"Her prejudices against Jewish people?" Queenie checked. Diana nodded.

"She can't help but like Tina," Diana shrugged. "She may be a prickly soul, your sister, but she is one you always want in your corner. And Hippolyta may be ambitious, but she isn't a fool. She likes your sister, and is overcoming years of childhood indoctrination."

"Yeah," Queenie sighed, "She sees Tina as family."

"Your sister will never replace you Queenie," Diana reassured the younger blonde, "No matter how many oceans lie between you."

Queenie smiled softly. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," Diana stood up, "Now, how has your first Christmas been?"

"Are all Christmas's like this?" Queenie asked, "I thought they were going to church and praying and well, Christian."

"Not here," Diana assured her. "Christmas is about tradition. But individuals can ascribe to the religion as they choose."

"Then yes," Queenie said decisively, "I like the sparkles."

"So does my son's niffler," Diana huffed. "I've lost three of my best ornaments to that pilfering pest!"

"I kinda thought Newt would get her a ring," Queenie accepted the mug that appeared at her shoulder. "But I guess it is rather too public for him, even if we are family."

"My husband and son have a wager," Diana's eyes twinkled. "I think we should throw our lot in."

"I think he'll propose New Year," Queenie giggled. "Wouldn't that be romantic?"

"I don't think he'll plan it," Diana responded cheerfully. "They'll come home one day and announce they're engaged. Married by Easter."

"Can't argue with that," Queenie smiled. "He looked so pleased when he opened his coat from her."

"Well, his was rather threadbare, and he has been hanging onto it for sentimentalities sake," Diana chuckled. "It's right Tina should have been the one to replace it."

"I've never seen someone looked so pleased to receive a coat," Queenie sighed dreamily, "They're just so adorable."

"It's nauseating," Diana agreed. They sat back and enjoyed their cocoa, musing on their favourite side project.