Tonks threw her bathing suit into the wash basket and stepped into the steaming hot shower. She chuckled, hearing a screech from outside. Charlie was home.

Sure enough, five minutes later, Charlie had stepped into the shower behind her.

"No funny business," she said. "I have a meeting to go to after lunch."

"How's the training going?" Charlie asked, washing the soot from his hair.

"Better than your dragon taming, apparently."

"Training," he said. "Not taming. And it was only a little singe today." He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her shoulder. "I know how much you're enjoying Hawaii, but I think we should pay a visit to our families for the holidays. It's almost Christmas, after all, and you know how both our mothers are," he added with a grin.

"I agree. Mum just sent me a letter this morning about how she's feeling awfully neglected."

Charlie chuckled, snorting some water up his nose. "Birds of a feather, our mums. We should do something special for them for Christmas – for all of them."

"Did you have something in mind?" she asked, hair turning pink, then orange.

"Not in the slightest."

Tonks hummed and hopped out of the shower after rinsing her hair one more time. "Are we going to tell them we're coming, or is it going to be a surprise?"

"Let's surprise them. Oh Merlin's tit rings, I have an idea!"

"No," Tonks said, turning around so fast that she flicked toothpaste onto the wall. "No. I know it's usually you telling me that, but I know a crazy idea when I see it forming behind your eyes, Charles Fabian Weasley."

"It's not crazy! You'll like it!" he insisted. He poked his head out of the shower, even though he had his eyes screwed shut from the shampoo running down his face. "Really this time! Not like the doughnut fiasco last year."

Tonks snorted. "Doughnut fried chicken sandwich – on what level did you think that was a good idea?"

"Focus – eyes on the present," he said, disappearing back behind the steamed glass.

"My eyes are on the present – to the point where all I'm thinking about is lunch. I'm going to go make sandwiches, and then we'll hear your brilliant plan."

Twenty minutes later, they were both seated at their small balcony table, enjoying lunch together in the warmth of the afternoon.

"Let's have it, then," Tonks said, stealing one of Charlie's crisps. "What's this idea of yours?"

"We play Santa for Christmas," Charlie said, smiling broadly.

Tonks dropped her sandwich. "You want to axe murder your family on Chri—"

"No, no! The Muggle version of Santa!" Charlie clarified. "You know, more of the presents and less of the demonic reindeer and slaughter by wands. All the nieces and nephews know it. Dad started them on it when Victoire was born."

"Right," Tonks said. "Knew that. Just checking. Okay, so what do you mean? We go around breaking and entering to deliver presents?"

"Exactly!" Charlie looked entirely too pleased with himself. "And then we show up for Christmas lunch at Mum and Dad's and surprise them! It's perfect – your mum goes over there all the time anyway. You know she'll be there for Christmas. And we'll get to see the rest of the family too. We'll leave presents for all of them!"

"Wait…just to make sure I have this clear… you want to break into Harry Potter's house? Harry 'Blimey, he's getting to be worse than Mad-Eye' Potter?"

"Er…we can alter the plan a bit for him and Ginny, I suppose," Charlie said, thinking about it.

Tonks thought about it for a moment. "Okay," she said, nodding slowly. "I guess that sounds like fun. But that means we need to go shopping today. I'll be home in a couple of hours and we can go."

"Right then," Charlie said, leaning over to kiss her. "Have a good meeting."