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Fleur hums to herself as she drops a cinnamon stick into her mortar, charming the pestle to life with a flick of her wand and muttered incantation. She has never been one for most domestic things, but sometimes she can make an exception.

Like tonight. Halloween. There's a part of Fleur that's always loved the holiday more than she can ever say. Maybe there's something extra exciting this year, as she's pregnant and already dreaming of her sweet baby's first Halloween.

Once the cinnamon has been ground into a fine powder, she turns her attention to the jack-o-lantern she's carved. The candle burns within, casting a soft yellow light through the cut-out holes.

Behind her, she hears a soft laugh. "Should I worry about you burning our house down?" Bill teases.

Fleur turns, lips pursed and brows raised.

"Or maybe I should just leave you alone."

She laughs. "Good boy," she says affectionately. "I just love Halloween."

"Really? You don't seem the type."

Fleur wonders what "the type" is, but she doesn't dwell on it for too long. She can imagine easily enough. Halloween isn't a day for pretty girls, and most people only ever see Fleur as something to stare at.

"The only Halloweens we have had together have been a bit…" Fleur pauses, frowning. Anything she says will be an understatement, so she simply shrugs. "I have not been able to properly enjoy the holiday."

She takes a pinch of the ground cinnamon, sprinkling it inside the pumpkin. The scent fills the air within seconds, and she can't help but smile. It has been a stressful for years, to say the least, but she feels like things are finally beginning to settle. Even with tragedy still fresh, there's something hopeful in the air.

"I think the baby should be a cat for Halloween next year," Fleur says, turning back to her husband.

Bill grins and reaches out, pulling her into his arms and kissing her forehead. "Or a mummy, perhaps?"

She laughs. "I think you have spent too much time in Egypt."

"Maybe." He shrugs. "I think our baby will make an excellent cat."

Fleur snuggles a little closer to him, her smile broadening. She's always loved this time of year. Now it feels even better because she knows soon enough she'll have a little family to share it with.

"Happy Halloween, my love."

"Happy Halloween, darling," Bill says.