Petunia welcomed Lloyd, Lyla, and Prim for Christmas dinner. The only other attendee was supposed to be Ursa, but despite Petunia’s insistence on her relaxing and joining them she had decided to go out by herself. Petunia hoped she was spending the day with friends, but more than likely the woman just didn’t want to be privy to whatever it was Petunia and her friends would do with the sticks they carried around.
Petunia didn’t blame her one bit. The wixen were probably going to sacrifice a goat or something. Not that they said that, but Petunia, in the few short years she’s known these three, wouldn’t put it past them to try and convince her that it’s how “Yule should be celebrated.”
Thus, Petunia found herself in a sleek silver ensemble grasping Lloyd in a hug—and if his hands hung a little low on her hips she ignored it. It was Christmas, after all. Prim was prim and proper, as always. He gave a light hug but didn’t cling. Lyla gave a kiss on each cheek.
They each brought three presents and in turn Petunia had three to give them.
Lyla gave Dudley a bag of sweets that caused rainbows to sprout around him and Harry a learners broom. She gave Petunia a new bag, expandable charms and all, that was in perfect taste. Prim had given Harry a bag of sweets that caused stars to shoot around him and Dudley a learners broom. They clearly collaborated to bring Petunia a headache. But at least prim gave her a set of jewelry that matched the purse Lyla gifted. Petunia would let the chaos go for today. Lloyd gave Petunia a wizarding camera with a wink, to which she replied with a whack on his shoulder. Then to the two boys he gave the same present —toy wands that blew different colored bubbles depending on the wand move they made.
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Petunia, to her own great satisfaction, gave Lloyd a pocket watch that would both tell the time and when one of the four needed him —because oh how Lloyd loved to be needed. To Lyla she gave a vintage dress that matched her Victorian style, hemmed to show off the boots Lyla adored. And Prim, darling that he is, received a painting of cherubs circling a fountain as he loves anything renaissance like in style.
Harry and Dudley were busy with their new sweets and toy wands —the learners' brooms withheld until Petunia could supervise. Or, rather, Lloyd, Lyla, or Prim could supervise. Petunia had never been on a broom and, as she had no intention to be on one, she wanted someone with experience to teach the boys.
Petunia had given the boys mostly mundane toys for the holiday, but limited it to three gifts per. The boys didn’t actually want for anything so it was best not to spoil them too much on holidays lest they come to expect it.
“Darling, tell us, how are you doing?” Lyla cooed over her cocktail —something with flowers blooming over the edges Petunia had paid many a galleon for.
“Oh, I’m fine, you know.” Petunia smiled, “Just wishing Charles would up the support payments.”
Lyla and Prim laughed endearingly, as this was what Petunia always said when asked about her own well being. But Lloyd simply glowered.
“Must we speak of the no-maj—“ he began but was quickly cut off by a tutting Petunia.
“Nonsense! Lloyd, come see the latest player I got, we’ll play some Sisters Weird.”
Petunia wasn’t really sure how to work the magical record player but she knew it did work —the man at the shop had set it up for her and played a test piece. So she was mostly relying on common sense to figure it out.
And that was how Christmas of 1983 came and went —with friends and music and magic.