Drystan!
She was finding men to be quite useless, or at least, terrible at doing things for themselves.
She and Sadie had dropped by Drystan's flat to drop off some cookies her daughter had been very proud of along with some presents for Stephen, and found that the place was completely void of Christmas decorations. How could he have not decorated for Stephen? For himself! It was Sadie that asked where the tree was, and after a few hours of struggling and order giving (by Sadie! Definitely not by Bess), there was some sort of Christmas cheer going on in the place.
Bess stretched to latch a red ornament to a high branch, wondering how on earth Drystan had thought it would be all right not to decorate when you had a child. Maybe he still wasn't used to the idea of being a father, but still. She also had no idea when she'd found herself comfortable enough with the man to nearly demand they go and purchase a tree, but---that's what friends did. Plus, Sadie really adored Drystan, and she would be going on and on about how sad his flat looked if Bess didn't do something about it.
Right.
Well---she liked decorating the muggle way, because that's what her father had always insisted on when they were growing up, so he could be involved. Bess didn't particularly care for her father anymore, but she did value traditions, and that was what Christmas was all about. She caught sight of Drystan as he entered the living room, and Bess dropped down to her feet, thrusting the ornament out to him, "Tall person. Come here and help."
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