After searching for a flat for her and Jessie, she found one that was perfect for them. It was nearby so she wouldn't be too far away from her favorite red headed family. She had yet to break the news to the Weasley matriarch and patriarch. She was sitting at the table as Molly served dinner.

"Molly, Arthur?" she asked.

"What is it, dear?"

She fiddled nervously with her fingers. "I have something I'd like to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I found a flat for me and Jessie."

Molly sighed. "So, you're moving out?"

"Yes, I am but it's not very far. It's in town," Esme smiled.

"That's great."

"And you know I'll be over here more often than not. I'm attached to this family too much for my own good," Esme laughed.

"We know, dear," Molly smiled.

They finished eating dinner and Esme helped Molly wash the dishes.

"So, when is moving day?" Molly asked.

"Next week. I'm going to need some help moving in. I'll contact Bill and possibly Charlie," she replied with a small smile.

"What about Ben? Is he moving out too?"

"Yes, but he's moving to London to be closer to St. Mungo's."

Molly nodded as they finished washing the dishes.

—

It was now the next week, Bill and Charlie had instantly agreed to help Esme move into her flat.

"Thanks for doing this boys," she thanked her best friend and his brother.

Bill smiled. "No problem, anything for two of my favorite girls."

Esme blushed. "I've been reading about the Triwizard Tournament and how Harry Potter was entered when he's only fourteen."

"I know Ron thinks that he entered himself."

"Nobody is that stupid to enter themselves," Esme laughed.

"Maybe for a former Ravenclaw like yourself but us former Gryffindors are rather reckless," Charlie smiled at her.

"Speak for yourself, Charlie," Bill laughed.

"I rarely watched Quidditch matches, weren't you on the Quidditch team?" Esme asked Charlie.

"Yes, I was the best seeker that the Gryffindor team had before Harry."

"You're quite the show off when it comes to flying, Chaz."

Charlie grinned. "I still am but I'm not the one who got 12 OWLs."

"You got 12 OWLs, Bill?"

"I did."

Esme's hazel eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, I only got seven. Though, one of those happened to Muggle Studies and I'm a muggle-bom. Not even Ben got 12 he got 9. He did horrible in Potions while Ruby was a wiz at Potions. "

"I nearly didn't get an O.W.L in Potions, thanks to Snape."

"What made you become a Curse-breaker?"

"I have a love for history that I inherited from my dad who was a history lecturer until he died when I was almost eight."

"Wow, I'm sorry to hear that," Charlie smiled at her.

She smiled at him and changed the subject. "So, how many OWLs did you get Charlie?"

"I think I got 5, Creatures was my strongest subject throughout Hogwarts."

"What did Professor Binns call you, he called me Abramson."

"He called me Wheaton," Bill said.

"Same here."

Before Esme could respond Jessie started to cry she rushed to her daughter and began feeding her.

"Well, we're almost done," Bill said.

"Thanks for doing this, boys," she smiled at her best friend and his brother.

"No problem."

She hugged both brothers. Her hug with Charlie lingered a bit but they finally let go. They left and she walked in her house. It was just enough room for her and Jessie.

A few hours later, there was a knock on the door. She cautiously opened the door to face an elderly looking man. She was strongly reminded of her paternal grandfather who died when she was three.

"Hello," he greeted warmly.

"Hello."

"I'm Patrick Thompson."

She smiled. "Patrick was my dad's name. It's nice to meet you. I'm Esme."

"That's a pretty name, Esme."

"Thanks."

"I saw you move in a couple of hours ago. I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood."

—

The next three weeks were quite busy getting ready for the holidays. Esme had always enjoyed the Christmas season. She was shopping for a muggle Christmas tree with her daughter.

"Hey, Abrams."

She inwardly groaned at the sound of the voice it was Chester.

"So, fancy seeing you here."

"I'm just searching for my tree for Jessie's first Christmas," Esme smiled.

"She's almost seven months, she won't remember it," Chester said.

Esme glared at the older man. "Jessie is pretty smart for her age. I'm sure she'll be fine."

He shrugged. "Maybe she'll be a Ravenclaw like her mum."

"Maybe but I think it's too early to force a house on my daughter."

Chester said. "It's never too early."

She ignored him.

"So, I'm going to be alone for Christmas," Chester sighed.

Esme said. "I thought you had a brother."

"Roger is not coming home for Christmas since he's staying at Hogwarts for the 'Yule Ball'.

"Oh."

"Why don't we be alone together?"

"Actually, I'm spending it with the Weasleys and my brother."

Chester nodded. "That sounds fun. Maybe I could come."

"Maybe."

Chester nodded and walked away. Esme sighed. Who would've thought a former Ravenclaw would be so bold in flirting. You would expect that from a former Gryffindor. She continued looking for a tree until she found one and paid for it. She found Mr. Thompson and they drove home.

"Thanks for driving me to the tree depot."

"It's no problem. I've always loved Christmas and so did my wife Dorothea."

Esme sighed. "How long has she been gone?"

"About seven years, I hate being alone for Christmas."

Esme's heart broke. "I could celebrate Christmas with you."

Patrick said. "It's fine, dear. I'm sure you have something better to do to than spend time with an old man like me."

Esme sighed.

"I'm sure you have something to do with with one of those handsome young men who helped you move in last month," he smiled at her.

Esme blushed. "You mean Bill and Charlie?"

"So, those are their names?"

"Yes. They're just my friends."

He smirked. "I may have been watching you through the window and I saw the way you were looking at the shorter one."

"Charlie is just my best friend's brother. I don't fancy him."

Patrick raised an eyebrow at her.

"Fine. I've fancied him since I was pregnant with my daughter."

Patrick nodded. A few minutes later Patrick left. As she was ordering dinner, the floo glowed green.

"Esme?"

She looked in the floo and it was Bill.

"How's everything?"

"Good, I got my Christmas tree today with the help of Patrick."

"Wasn't Patrick your dad's name?"

"It was."

Bill nodded. "You going over 'The Burrow' for Christmas?"

"I am. I'm thinking about bringing Patrick too. He's alone for the holiday."

Bill said. "I'm sure mum won't mind. As long as he's not someone who is trying to steal you away from Charlie."

"For one thing, William. I'm not a prize to be won," she huffed.

Bill noticeably winced at her use of his given name. "I know."

"For another thing, Patrick is not the one she has to worry about it's bloody Chester Davies she has to worry about."

"Davies, wasn't he wasn't the Ravenclaw Prefect?"

"He was. I was infatuated with him in my second year."

Bill nodded. The two friends said goodbye and Bill faded away. A few minutes later food was delivered. Esme ate. She floo called Molly.

"Hello dear."

"Can I bring a friend of mine over for Christmas. He's alone for Christmas."

"You're welcome to bring him. What's his name?"

"Patrick Thompson."

"He's a muggle?"

"Yes, he is."

"Okay."

They finished their call.