Decorating
"Percy, girls, I'm home!"
Audrey lugged in the small pine tree as Molly opened the door for her. The red-haired girl stared at her mother.
"Mum, that for - ?"
"I think it is," said Percy, adjusting his spectacles. "Goodness, gracious! Here, Audrey, let me take it!"
He started to take out his wand, but his wife shook her head.
"There's no shame in manual work," the Squib said, smiling. "C'mon, Moll, you and Lucy can go find the decorations. I believe they're in my closet."
Molly set out to find her sister.
They installed the small pine tree in a purple pot in the sitting room, near the keyboard that Audrey had won in a school raffle.
Molly and Lucy carefully strung generous amounts of tinsel and tiny silver and gold bells on the tree's delicate branches. It tipped over a bit, but did not fall.
The family of four admired their handiwork.
Percy had a small smile.
"Just some other things," he said, and waved his wand.
A candle appeared near Lucy's homemade snowflake, with a blank label at its feet.
"Fred," murmured Percy, and the candle was lit.
Audrey took another candle from her husband.
"Penny," she said softly, taking a cigarette lighter from her pocket.
"Nymphadora Tonks."
"Remus Lupin."
"Colin Creevey."
"Uncle Fabian," whispered Lucy.
"Uncle Gideon," said Molly.
Soon, the tree was beautifully adorned with vividly lit candles in honour of those who had died for the Cause.
"They would love it," Audrey patted Percy's shoulder. "Especially your brother."
Percy sighed nostalgically.
"I know they would. That he would."
As Audrey left to begin cooking dinner, Percy whispered to a flame in particular,
"Merry Christmas, Fred."