Grin.

And sudden dart in for a kiss.

Suppose that means breakfast's over.

Kisses!

Kisses!

She breaks off after a bit, giggling.

"What do you wanna do today?"

"Dunno. You wanted to go see Fay?"

"Yeah. It's - I've liked hanging out with all of us on Christmas before..."

"Yeah. Let's go."

Off, then! Holding Ellie's hand, even, and grinning at her often enough she's in minor danger of tripping.

Fay opens the door for them promptly. She's curled up on her couch with Scarlet in her lap and a mug of cocoa in her hand, and she grins at the girls. "I suspect congratulations might be in order."

"Mmmaybe."

"Perhaps."

She giggles.

She laughs a bit. "I'm glad something got worked out." Soft smile. "Come, have a seat."

Today the pair of them need only one seat.

Seems so. (Especially after Anathema ends up half in Ellie's lap.)

Excellent.

"Happy Christmas, Professor."

"Happy Christmas, you two."

Ellie is really very happy right now.

Snuggle! And a small kiss.

"Oh, and we decided you need to drop us off at some fancy restaurants sometime. So we can wear our fancy outfits again before we outgrow them."

"That should be completely doable."

"Thanks."

She hums, leaning back and looking like she's considering something.

"Deciding where to take us?"

"Somewhat, but..." Pause. " - You don't have to worry about this today, but. There's likely to be gossip about your relationship."

"Yeah. Kind of guessed that."

"Hopefully people won't get too obsessed over 'danced together'..."

Momentary hesitation, then: "The Daily Prophet seems to have decided that gossip articles about the Champions are - likely to be popular. There was a Skeeter article this morning that - dramatized things."