May all your Christmases be bright...

[awickedtime]

Raised in the Church of Night, Nick's never celebrated Christmas before, but it's important to Charlie and Rosie, so it's important to Sabrina, so it's important to Nick. He'd basically given Rosie and Charlie free rein to decorate the apartment, which is draped in lights and glitter, the tree shimmering merrily in the corner. It's not dissimilar to some of the festivals that he had celebrated in his life. The iconography is different, though.

They've carved out time to spend together, in the midsts of all the other meals, all the other obligations with the found families that they've made themselves. Nick had agonised over gifts for the girls, less so for Charlie, and they're neatly wrapped in paper and metallic ribbon. He's proud of how pretty they look, if he's honest.

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[signed_sabrina]

"Are you saying you'd like to see a show, Mister Scratch?"

Of course, she lights up at the prospect-- it's a good one, after all. "I think we can certainly do something with that."

Maybe she really should have been High Priestess.

[awickedtime]

"I'm not not saying that, Ms Spellman," he says, and then he laughs at the look on her face. "It's not my birthday for a while, unfortunately, but you can definitely file that idea away..."