closed solo with iNPC It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Just when he was about to answer, he heard his mother calling him, Lucy and his sister Amélie to come downstairs for the apéro. The boy stood up, told his friend that he would answer during dinner and went to knock on his sister's door. The three kids went down the stairs and into the living room, Théo first and Amélie last. In the living room, Lucy's parents - Sophie and Eliott - were sitting with the boy's mother - Juliette - on a couch, while Sam - Lucy's brother - was sitting on the carpet, a pretzel in hand and his father - Victor - was opening a bottle of wine in the kitchen. The two friends settled on the other couch. Amélie went into the kitchen and came back with glasses and some sliced cucumbers. A few instants later, Victor entered with a bottle of red wine, some sparkling water and some lemon water.
Rain and wind were quite strong on this Christmas eve. Every ten to fifteen minutes, you could hear thunder and sometime see lightning. The city's lights and decorations were dimly glowing in the dark. There was a strict "no big-light" policy in the Lefèvre house, the kitchen and basement being the only exceptions, so the living/dining room was bathed in soft golden light from the Christmas tree and the multiple candles, fairy-lights and sophisticated lamps you could find in the room. A jazz record was playing in the background. The atmosphere was relaxed, the group was talking about life, school, work, they were laughing. Lucy almost came to tears when she learned about that particular event of Théo's life, Sam was practicing his french with Amélie and the parents were discussing work and politics.
— I promise you, that's how it happened! He said that, word for word!
— That shit's so funny. Like, how? I don't think anything like this happened in Hogwarts. Amélie, did something like this happened?
— Let me think... Yeah, actually, something like that happened to a fifth year I think.
Conversation went on, it was now almost 8:30 and the group finally moved on to dinner. Sophie went to put a very sleepy Sam to bed and came back a few minutes later. Lucy and Théo had catch up on one another's life. They sat down following the sitting arrangement and dinner started. A salad, followed by a raclette. They would finish with a Yule log, fruits and some Alsatian biscuits. During the whole dinner, the would continue talking and laughing, the adults on one side and the teens on the other. Time to time, Amélie would interact in the adult discussion. By 10:30, everyone was full, which meant : card games until midnight.

In this exact moment, everything was perfect. Amélie was actively accusing her brother of cheating, Théo was explaining how he, in fact, wasn't. Lucy was just laughing at the scene, a hot apple juice glass in a hand, cards in the other. Théo's father was yawning because it was already 11:50 and the rest of the parents were smiling and taking part of one or the other Lefèvre sibling. Two bottles of wine had been opened and drunk by the four adults and the noise level was starting to get quite high. Or at least, high enough for Sam to wake up and come downstairs, in his "In the Night Garden" pyjamas.
— You do to much noise! I want to sleep!
— Oh, I'm so sorry sweetheart, said Sophie, standing up to take her son in her arms. We were just finishing this game before going to sleep, because tomorrow we are all going to have gifts from Santa!
— Hey Luce, whispered Théo. Did you know Santa actually have many name like you, me, mom, da-
Amélie glared at her brother and kicked hir leg with her foot. She mouthed a "not cool" and he rolled his eyes. And Lucy was thinking like Amélie, it was not cool to insinuate the non-existence of Santa Claus in front of a three year old. Thankfully, Sam was still half asleep and did not catch Théo's words. He was now siting on his mother's laps and he was rubbing his right eye with his fist. The atmosphere had calmed down, and the group wrapped up the game. Juliette won. Nobody was surprised since she was a literal genius and she was the one who introduced this game to her family.
— Ok, ok. Kids, go to bed and before that, put you're gifts below the Christmas tree. Adults, either the after-party or to bed.
As a tradition, Lucy, Théo and Amélie said "Oui chef! A vos ordres chef!" in one voice. It was a tradition ever since the two first years had been best friends, so it was quite old. The three teenagers went to their respective bedrooms and came back, each with a pile of presents. Then, as Juliette had commanded, they went to sleep, but not before a whispering karaoke of Christmas songs between Lucy and Théo. Went she went to sleep, the girl's zygomatic muscles were aching because of how much she had laughed all evening. That evening had been the perfect Christmas eve and reunion with her best friend.