As soon as the door was opened, before there was even a chance, practically a tsunami of people bombarded the two.
Emmeline was slightly flustered; the amount of people certainly was overwhelming, especially as anytime she had spent with her own family had always been quaint (never more than seven people), but she was glad to say the least to be meeting Doc’s family, especially at how nice they all seemed.
She smiled as who she assumed were Doc’s younger sisters, laughing as they began to speak. “I am, yeah” She said in answer to their first two questions, before laughing once more at the smaller ones little proclamation at the end.
Before Emmeline could reply to that last outburst, a woman had walked their way and (after hugging Caradoc) a kiss was planted on her cheek by her. Emmeline hadn’t met any of Doc’s family before, but smiled at his mother, about to say something in reply, but before she could they were walking into the house, and Ashlynn was well ahead of them.
"They’re so nice" Emm whispered back, now the slight daze of meeting people had died down.
"They're insane, is what they are," he laughed. He led the way into the kitchen, where cousins and aunt and uncles had already begun to gather and mill about. Beers were handled to them immediately, and Doc took a heart gulp before setting his glass back onto the countertop.
"Everyone, this is Emmeline. Emmeline, everyone," he introduced. His Uncle Micah took a deep bow, tipping his hat off kindly. "You may call me Uncle Mike, young lady."
The younger cousins, 8 in total, ran up to Emmeline and asked her dozens of questions, all abou Quidditch and Hogwarts and Doc as a student, but Doc hushed them and sent them off to grab Christmas candies. "Those are the little ones, they'll talk your head off," he explained, leaning back against the counter. "Aunt May is in the rocking chair, there's at least twelve cousins on the back porch having a pipe, I'm assuming, and all the "First Cousins" will want you to tell them your entire life's story. Just call the old ones Gram and Pop, they'll like that, all of 'em. The second cousins are all Aunt or Uncle, unless you prefer Mum and Da', and then the younger ones I just call rascal," he laughed, ruffling the hair of a younger boy who had decided to run through the kitchen.
