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Christmas at the Potters — all Sirene Black could say about it was wow. The day started off with opening presents that was...let's just go with chaotic.
"Hey, peabrain!" Sirene yelled at James, "Catch!" She threw her present for him that he caught without a hitch — thank quidditch for that — and then proceeded to open it.
"Sirius, watch out!" Euphemia yelled at the boy but was too late because now Sirius Black laid on a bed of wrapping paper, "Ouch."
"Who the fuck put a fucking dumbbell on the floor?!" Sirius yelled out in frustration, getting up with a sour expression on his face. James and Sirene tried their hardest to not laugh at the situation but ended up failing to do so, "Yeah, great guys, laugh at the poor Sirius who fell and almost broke his back!"
"That's exactly what we're doing" Sirene said heaving, she has a thing where no matter how bad someone falls — she can't not laugh at them, does that make her a sadist? Possibly. Does she care? Of course, not.
"What'd I miss?" Fleamont asked as he sat down on the sofa with a glass of eggnog, "Did Sirius fall again?"
"Fleamont!" Euphemia said scoldingly, "That is the third glass of eggnog you've had in the last thirty minutes, that's enough!"
"But darling, it's Christmas!" Fleamont said, "When else am I going to drink eggnog?"
"As if the day has ever stopped you from making something" Euphemia said shaking her head, "This is the last one"
"You got it" Fleamont nodded.
"Ok" James said throwing a wrapped up present at Sirene, "Open mine now!"
"Aw" Sirene said holding up a blank photo album, "James, this is really sweet!"
"I know" James said with a smug grin, "Now you can put all the pictures you took in this"
