Putting his doubts aside, Wormtail assigned Bellatrix to hanging decorations, Lucius to set up the furniture, and he, Greyback, Rodolphus and Rabastan began to set up and decorate the tree. All was peaceful for a few minutes, then;
CRASH! Rodolphus fell to the floor, motionless, a smashed box of baubles around him.
"The decorations!", yelled Greyback frantically as they all rushed over.
"Oops", Bellatrix smirked from atop the ladder, clearly not upset in the slightest. She smothered a giggle as she looked down at her unconscious husband.
Wormtail sighed, and after reviving the unconscious Rodolphus, he reassigned Bellatrix to tree duty, his suspicions that it had been the wrong idea to put her on the ladder confirmed.
After a few more small mishaps, the decorating was going smoothly. Wormtail was just turning to check on everything when he felt something scratchy slide around his neck.
He gasped, and Bellatrix laughed as she continued to pull the garland around his throat.
His eyes widened as she began to pull it tighter. "Merry Christmas, Wormtail", she smirked, and yanked on it. Clearly, she was not clued into the fact that garlands were NOT the item to use if you wanted to strangle someone. The garland snapped, and she looked confused, before trying again with a string of popcorn. Wormtail scrambled away before she could ruin the rest of the decorations, and shook his head in disbelief, debating if it would be a good idea to switch her to furniture, finally deciding against it, lest she attempt to bash him on the head with a chair.
Several hours and screams of pain (thanks to Bellatrix) later, the Drawing room was all set up. Lucius stormed out the door, angrily cursing Bellatrix under his breath. Wormtail had wondered why until he'd seen Bellatrix pouring glue into his hair. He scratched his head, wondering where on earth Bellatrix had gotten the glue from as everyone left the room.
It did look quite nice, Wormtail thought, staring around. Green fires blazed, throwing warm light all over the darkened room. Skull shaped baubles hung everywhere, and the tree was weighed down with Dark Mark ornaments. Sparkly black garlands hung with fake, non-meltable snow adorned the walls, and the portraits were all wearing Santa hats, albeit reluctantly. He smiled. Maybe this would go well, after all. He had no idea just how wrong he was.