Juliette POV
December 24, 1902
"Professor Sallow?"
"Yes?" Sebastian and I answered in unison.
For whatever reason, we still had not figured out a system to determine which of us was being addressed at any given moment.
Abraham Ronen appeared behind us, one glass of champagne and one glass of pumpkin fizz. The party was already in full swing, with my enchanted orchestra playing lively holiday music.
We had offered to host the faculty holiday party in our classroom this year. Rather, it was Sebastian's classroom. My classroom was practically in the dungeons, where no one would dare host such an event. Still, as a couple it felt as if we were hosting the festivities together.
Sebastian gratefully accepted the pumpkin fizz from Ronen, while I hesitantly held up a hand to decline the champagne.
"None for me, thank you," I said apologetically.
"Oh?" Ronen eyed me curiously. His eyes darted to Sebastian, then me again, then to my midsection. A sly, knowing smile slowly manifested on his face, then he walked away without another word.
Merde.
Sebastian, having seen it all, turned to me excitedly.
"Can I pleeeeeaase?" he begged, his hand drifting to my stomach. I swatted it away.
"Here? Now!? It's Christmas!" I hissed under my breath.
"What better time?"
He had a point. We were hosting, after all, so how rude could it really be?
I let out a small sigh and nodded, giving Sebastian permission to do what he did best:
Sow seeds of chaos.
Sebastian drew his wand and pointed it at the ceiling,
"Periculum!"
Red sparks shot up from his wand and created something of a miniature fireworks display on the ceiling. The dragon skeleton swayed back and forth a moment, and suddenly each and every professor had their eyes on my idiot.
"I think it's time for toasts!" Sebastian declared.
"Yes, I do think it is," Ronen chuckled, and raised his glass. "Shall I start?"
Sebastian's lip jutted out in an almost imperceptible pout, but he nodded and conceded to the much older Slytherin.
"I'd like to raise a toast to the young Sallows, who carry on the legacy of dear Henry and Annaliese, and honor their memory by training up the future generations of witches and wizards."
"Here, here!" a few other professors agreed, and we all raised our glasses.
Am I supposed to raise a glass to myself?
Even at my own wedding I had been so confused as to proper toast and speech etiquette, so I simply followed Sebatian's lead.
"Thank you, my friend. I'd like to follow that up with a toast of my own," Sebastian offered as he raised his glass of pumpkin fizz to me.
Here we go.
"A toast, to the lovely Mrs. Sallow, the mother of my children and the best bloody Ancient Runes professor this school has ever seen,"
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