Tags: mature | Weasley Christmas | dad!Garreth | domestic fluff | no plot just vibes | pregnancy and loss | sex
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Summary: Set eight years after Salvation's epilogue, Garreth and Adanna are still basking in wedded bliss with their two children, despite their little flat above Weasley's Potions bursting at the seams. Spend a chaotic Weasley Christmas with some extended family and friends!
A/n: I really just wanted to write some fluffy nonsense and I've missed Garanna so much. Imagining their little family was really just a way of coping with a very difficult time.
You can read this as a standalone but there will be a lot of missing context and unknown OCs.
25th December, 1907
Christmas mornings from Adanna’s childhood remained ingrained in her memory, bittersweet and so very dear. She cradled every one in a tender embrace, recounting the detail as a yearly ritual. In case they finally slipped away.
Before her mother had passed, she would wake early, the sky outside her bedroom window still an inky black and smattered with stars. Only silence beyond those panes, whilst inside her bedroom she erupted with glee to find a stocking filled with treats; oranges, sweets (both Muggle and magical), a book, and her favourite—a packet of seeds.
Every year that little brown packet contained something different. She would plant them in early spring and tend them with her mother, coaxing new life from freshly tilled soil. Come the summer, all her hard work came to fruition. The little raised bed they had set aside for Adanna's projects quickly filled. Some plants withered from drought or simply were not meant to survive into winter. Some seeds failed to germinate at all. None of that mattered, when the joy was in the cultivation, the surprise of each mystery bloom.
Adanna had learned patience, and that all good and beautiful things must one day return to the soil.
She missed her mother dearly, decades later, but her influence lived on.
Adanna kept up this particular tradition with her own children. In a handful of minutes, Ime and Tilly would pour into her and Garreth's bedroom, excitement radiating from sleep-flushed skin.
But not yet. These pre-dawn hours belonged to Adanna and Garreth.
Awoken as if by some preternatural instinct whilst the rest of the flat still slumbered, Adanna sighed softly into her pillow and stretched like a cat. She might've considered getting up for the only undisturbed cup of tea she was likely to enjoy that day, if it weren't for the insistent prodding at her backside.
“It's too early,” she said, feigning annoyance whilst a smile lit up her face.
“Where's your Christmas spirit?” Garreth whispered, a hand slipping under her nightdress.
He could be gentle when he wanted to be, careful and quiet when the occasion demanded. Six years of forgotten silencing charms had honed those skills by necessity. Adanna shivered as his calloused fingers found her breast, her nipple hardening under his touch.
Where his hands were warm, Garreth’s chest was a searing heat enveloping her back. The thump of his heart beat in time with her own; when her pulse quickened, Garreth's followed.
He had always been adept at working her up with little more than a few strategically placed kisses on her neck, a few choice words whispered in her ear. Adanna threw off the heavy quilt, thoroughly hot and bothered by Garreth's wandering hands.
“Part your legs for me,” he murmured with a playful nip at her earlobe, and Adanna giggled like a schoolgirl before letting Garreth's hand slip between her thighs.
He was hard and insistent at her back, the press of his erection firm enough to bruise.
“You'd better make it quick,” Adanna sighed.
“Lucky you're already so wet for me.”
Garreth could have her throbbing with want within seconds, even after all these years. Adanna shuddered as his fingers worked circles into her flesh, her back arching instinctively.
“Fuck, Ada…”
Adanna smiled as her hand reached back to play with Garreth's hair, just the way he liked it. Soft curls threaded her fingers and she tugged, eliciting a low rumbling in his chest. He wound her tighter and tighter until her breath came in gasps, her moans quiet but no less urgent.
“Please, Gar…”
With a quick kiss of her jaw, Garreth retreated, and Adanna whined at the loss of him. But then she felt the pressure between her cheeks, down and down to where she needed him most. Adanna whimpered as he entered her, and Garreth held her tight, pulling her back flush against his chest.
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” Garreth whispered.
Every thought and niggling worry fled her mind. There was only her and Garreth and the exquisite friction where they joined; the mingling breaths and awkward, bent-neck kisses. Adanna wanted every stifled moan to pour into Garreth's parted lips.
These stolen moments were precious, and never lasted as long as she wanted. But they were also intense, frenzied. As if they might never have another minute alone. So Adanna lost herself in Garreth. Pulled his hair and grasped him tight, melded their bodies. Garreth sucked at her skin and thrust harder, deeper. His fingertips made vicious indentations in the softness at her hips that she would treasure.
“Are you close? Please tell me you're close…I'm going to come soon, fuck you're so beautiful…”
Garreth's murmured stream of consciousness slithered into Adanna's ear like molten honey. Her stomach plummeted, chest exploding with fierce adoration and uncontrollable want. She was close, teetering on that precipice—her body had just been waiting for Garreth to meet her.
Adanna gasped “I love you”, and they came together in crushing waves of pleasure. Every pulse set her nerves on fire, until she was only able to whimper through the final thrusts.
Full and sated, Adanna collapsed against Garreth's chest and surrendered to his adoring kisses.
“You…are a menace…,” she panted.
Garreth chuckled but didn't deny it. “It’s going to be a long day and I can't wait until tonight to have you.”
His hand finally released its grip on her hip, tracing the curve of her waist to settle on the flat plane of her abdomen. As if he could miraculously will her to become pregnant.
He wouldn't mention their mutual longing, not after the loss that had torn Adanna's heart apart only two years previous. But she felt his hope in every lingering touch and tender kiss. Her hand came to rest upon her husband's and she allowed a moment of recollection of the child that never was.
It was with some reluctance that Garreth loosened his grip on Adanna to vanish away the mess they'd made, his gaze lingering on the clinging silk of her nightdress. But time was short. The copper blaze of sunrise signalled the start of a new and very special day, and as if on cue, a thump sounded from down the hallway.
Adanna quickly wrapped herself in a dressing gown whilst Garreth wriggled back into his pyjama trousers, and a second later their bedroom door crashed open.
Both Ime and Tilly rushed into the room, stockings in hand and faces alight. They screeched and jumped onto the bed, excited voices overlapping into a cacophony of glee.
“One at a time!” Garreth said, stuffing his wayward curls through the collar of a burgundy jumper.
Tilly launched herself at her dad and he almost toppled over at the force of an exuberant four year old but managed to use the momentum to spin before setting her down.
“Let's go into the living room and see what's in your stockings, shall we?” Adanna suggested.
It was time for that cup of tea she'd been craving before Garreth had distracted her.
Ime, ever the headstrong big sister, held Tilly’s hand and led her down the narrow hallway ahead of her parents, and Adanna shared a glance with Garreth that seemed to hold all the love in the world inside it.
Adanna ran her hand along the slightly tattered wallpaper that had endured the girls’ playtime with grace. There were a few tears that had been patched with magic, a splash of paint near the hallway skirting board that Adanna hadn't quite managed to vanish. Garreth and Adanna's precious home had sheltered them through the very worst of times, and the very best. Part of her soul seemed to linger in its lovingly crafted woodwork.
Squashing their little family into a two bedroom flat was slightly less alluring than it had once been, but the girls took it in their stride. They were still young, of course, and happy to share a bedroom. Seeing them curl up on the living room rug whilst Garreth coaxed a fire to life in the hearth extinguished Adanna's worries.
With a flick of her wand, she set the kettle boiling on the stove in the kitchen and set out four cups—tea for herself and Garreth, and hot chocolate for the girls—then returned to her family.
“Hurry up Mummy, sit down!” Tilly said, a little finger pointing to a small spot on the rug in front of her.
Adanna chuckled and folded her legs underneath her, snuggling up to Garreth.
The little room was cosy, no doubt, and the most festive in the flat. Garreth had come home from The Three Broomsticks last week with a small fir tree he ‘won in a bet’, which had quickly been planted in a bucket of water and tucked in between the sofa and armchair. The girls had made decorations from fabric scraps and paper, enchanted by Adanna to sparkle and occasionally dance. The angel on top of the tree could unfortunately be rather foul-mouthed when no children were in earshot, a byproduct of Sebastian's visit yesterday afternoon.
Christmas wishes from friends, family and strangers filled the mantle, the side table, strung from twine across the ceiling. The world hadn't forgotten Garreth, and whilst his involvement in Ministry reform had scaled back in recent years, there were still small gifts and well-wishes from officials and aurors alike. Sebastian's, however, sat firmly in the friends pile.
“Go on then, open them!” Garreth was saying, grinning from ear to ear.
Ime helped Tilly unwrap a pretty box of chocolates which were gone in thirty seconds. The oranges garnered a round of applause for Adanna who had grown the fruiting tree from a seed five years previous. The first crop was—with the help of a little magic and tender loving care—a roaring success.
Ime got a watercolour paint set she’d been hoping for, and Tilly a miniature broomstick that flew around the living room doing tricks.
“Can we get real brooms next year?” Ime asked.
She employed the kind of look that made Garreth say yes to anything, but she needn't have bothered.
“We'll see,” Adanna said, sharing a smile with Garreth before slipping into the kitchen.
The cups of tea and hot chocolate marched out behind her on a current of magic whilst Adanna clutched a plate full of biscuits. They sat on the floor and ate oranges and shortbread for breakfast as the miniature broomstick zoomed around their heads. Garreth's hand remained firmly planted on Adanna's shoulder, a thumb stroking gently at her nape.
This was the calm before the storm, she knew. By now Adanna had had plenty of Weasley gatherings to prepare for what could be one of the biggest yet. The girls would love it, and Garreth would no doubt thrive. Whilst overwhelming, Adanna knew she'd enjoy the warmth and chaos once settled in.
After breakfast they all pottered down to the plot of land where Adanna grew the magical ingredients for the shop, as well as mundane plants: herbs for cooking, fruit for eating, and her precious rose bushes. The girls stomped around the muddy patch in their boots whilst Garreth herded them around the back of the greenhouse.
This was where Adanna had laid aside a good sized bed for the yearly planting, as well as any impromptu experiments the girls thought up—apple pips, pumpkin seeds and conkers had all been planted here, and there were even a few stalks that might flourish back to life come spring.
The little brown packets of mystery seeds the girls clutched were today's job.
“Mine are really big,” Ime was saying, digging around in her packet. “Mummy, is it a Mandrake?”
Adanna pursed her lips to stop herself from smiling. “You're a bit young to be looking after Mandrakes,” she said.
Tilly scrunched up her face as she inspected the large brown seed between her fingers. “Maybe it's pe—pee—peen—”
“Peonies,” Adanna interjected. “You'll just have to see!”
Garreth chuckled and pulled out his wand to summon Adanna's tools from the small wooden box beside the greenhouse. Two trowels came bobbing along to stick in the soil by the girls’ feet, and they wasted no time in digging in.
Garreth and Adanna used their hands, kneeling on the frost-capped earth, their fingers numb by the time Ime and Tilly patted down the last heap of soil. They stuck in twigs to mark where they had planted and scrambled to their feet, panting and smiling.
“I wish you could use magic to make them grow now,” Ime grumbled.
“Good things come—”
“To those who wait, I know, Mummy.”
Garreth scooped her up by the waist, throwing her on his shoulders with a tremendous heave and grunt.
“You're getting too old to do that,” Adanna laughed.
“Oi!”
Garreth tried to prove her wrong by running home, alternating which of the girls got to ride on his shoulders. Admittedly there was something incredibly sexy about how his arms flexed to heave the weight, the way his thigh muscles braced against the slippery ground to keep his daughters safe. Instead of telling him as much, Adanna just gave him a smug smile when he started rubbing circles into the small of his back once they'd reached home. She couldn't stop herself from staring, though.
They took the better part of the morning getting ready; the girls pausing to run around the flat with ribbons streaming behind them, and Garreth diverting Adanna when he walked in on her in the bath. When they were finally, blessedly ready to depart, Garreth turned to Adanna, his hand on the front door.
“Ready?” he asked with a grin.
Adanna took a deep breath. “As I'll ever be.”
~
Bluebell Cottage, despite its generous size, was at capacity. The Weasley clan had always been large—a sprawling family tree to surpass even the Blacks of the wizarding world—but Harriet and her offspring were remarkably good at picking up strays.
With Garreth came Adanna and their two children, and where Adanna went, so did her father Nnamdi whenever he was in the country for special occasions. But it didn't stop there. Nnamdi brought Mudiwa (much to Aunt Matilda's delight), and so by extension, Natty and Cecile.
Garreth watched Matilda and Mudiwa gossipping in his family kitchen and wondered at what point the rest of the Hogwarts staff would start arriving. The only reason the cottage wasn't already spilling Weasleys from every orifice was due to Oscar's eternal bachelorhood.
Garreth's older brother had gone to fetch a drink, whilst Garreth was catching up with his other siblings. Charlotte and Hector looked healthy and happy, but Garreth never quite got used to his younger siblings drinking, their hands entwined with their partners’. He swore they were still teenagers most days, but Hector's twin boys were off creating chaos with Garreth's girls and they were all very much adults now.
“Where are Ime and Tilly, Garreth?” Charlotte asked.
“Hello to you, too. You know I've not seen you in months,” Garreth grumbled.
“Yes, but your offspring are much more interesting.”
“Charming.”
Hector laid a hand on Garreth's shoulder. His brother was still a good few inches shorter than Garreth but stocky, with a face of thick facial hair that made him look much older.
“I missed you, brother.”
“Thanks, Hector.”
Charlotte yawned dramatically which set off a playful argument between the siblings. When Oscar returned with his drink, Hector was regaling everyone with stories of their time at Hogwarts, and Garreth's more embarrassing tales.
“If you've nothing to do, I can give you something to do!” Harriet called from across the room, finally causing them to scatter.
Skirting a bunch of screeching children (Tilly was showing off her little broomstick by setting it after Great Aunt Polly’s miniature poodle), Garreth went on the lookout for Adanna. At some point between their arrival and being crushed under the weight of his family's attention, he'd lost her. He dodged an uncle and two cousins who looked ready to ask him for favours and headed for the garden. Even covered in frost, the lure of the land was irresistible to Adanna.
As expected, Garreth spotted her crouched by a small pond next to the ornamental flower garden. The joyful din was muffled as soon as the kitchen door swung shut, leaving the crunch of ice underfoot to punctuate the serene stillness.
When he approached, he thought he heard her muttering to herself, which wasn't unheard of whenever plants were involved, but as he drew closer the shape of Ime huddled under a heavy cloak came into view. He watched them for a little while, giggling conspiratorially. It appeared they'd found a frog and were cracking the ice on top of the pond to allow it to plunge back into the water.
“I know you're there, Gar,” Adanna eventually said.
She looked back over her shoulder and smiled, the kind of smile that never failed to make his heart stumble over a beat. Then Ime leaned back on her heels to peer around her mother's back and grinned just as wide. She was a carbon copy of Adanna, as if Garreth's genes had been only a suggestion when mother nature came to her creation.
“Mum’s about to serve lunch, and Charlotte's looking for you, Ime.”
“She is?” Her face lit up at the mention of Garreth's sister, and she scrambled to her feet.
“Wash your hands!” Garreth called after her. “Ugh, I sound like mum.”
Adanna chuckled and held out her own hands, wrinkling her nose at the thin layer of algae coating her skin. Garreth vanished the worst of it and Adanna clutched his bicep, starting a slow wander back to the cottage.
“They love it here,” Adanna sighed. “All this space, the garden, the woods. Those stories you told me about your childhood…I wish they could have that, too.”
“I know. But they do love the flat, and you didn't have that much space when you were growing up.”
Adanna just nodded, seemingly in her own thoughts.
Just a little more time, Garreth thought.
He hoped that one day they might have a house to cram in the extended family, so they could host a family Christmas of their own. He had an idea, but it was not yet a plan. No use getting Adanna's hopes up.
By the time they walked into the kitchen there was a battle at the crammed table as to who got to sit where. Magically extended with a smaller table tacked onto the end, the entire thing spanned the length of the kitchen. Aunt Matilda had just finished conjuring extra chairs and was directing elderly relatives to sit near the crackling hearth.
“Shut the door, you're letting the cold in!”
“Actually, the heat is being let out.”
“Nobody asked, Griffith!”
The rest of the conversation was just noise as Garreth spotted Ime and Tilly at the end of the table, huddled next to Charlotte. Adanna was pulling her dad and Natty along with her, Mudiwa in their wake, and Garreth ended up squeezed between Charlotte and Nnamdi with Tilly on his lap.
Delicious food followed and Garreth had no idea how his mum had managed such a feast. Judging by the harried look of his dad at the other end of the table, Griffith had been put to good use in the kitchen.
“To family and friends!” Someone—a drunk uncle, Garreth suspected—shouted, and everyone raised their glasses to the toast before tucking in.
Now this was what the festive season was about—family, friends and food. He might have grumbled about the claustrophobic nature of his relatives as a teenager but he was grateful for every well-meaning lecture and cheek pinch now. Ten months in Azkaban will do that to a man. Next to the dementors, even the worst Weasley was a blessing.
“I wish Leander was here,” Natty mused over the noise.
Bowls of roasted vegetables levitated up and down the table, the guests’ heads bobbing as they carried on chatting to their neighbours.
“Too busy being a newlywed to care about us lot now,” Garreth said.
Adanna reached around Nnamdi and nudged his shoulder. “Stop pouting. He'll be coming for our New Year's Eve party!”
“I wasn't pouting.”
Nnamdi grumbled, chewing on a roast potato. “You were pouting, son.”
They laughed and teased; the adults drank mulled wine and the children made a tremendous mess.
When the puddings were served, Garreth wasn't sure how he'd manage to fit in another mouthful. Where there was a will, there was a way, and he wasn't about to refuse sticky toffee pudding.
It was a team effort to tidy away at the end of the meal. Garreth joined his siblings in piling plates and cutlery by the sink, weaving enchantments to set the brushes scrubbing and towels drying. Then he went to find Harriet, who was perched on a stool by the back door, sipping a glass of mulled wine with a look of someone who'd gone to war.
“Well done, mum—amazing food. You should have let me do the drinks, though.”
Harriet gave Garreth a warm and sleepy smile. “Well, you're just so busy with the shop.”
“Next year.”
“Yes, alright.”
Garreth pretended not to see her furrowed brows. But then Harriet's eyes brightened, her exhaustion suddenly evaporating as she looked at something behind Garreth's shoulder. He turned to follow her eyeline to find Adanna.
Well, she did have that effect.
Adanna came to stand next to Garreth, plush lips delivering a gentle and adoring kiss that made his full stomach all aflutter.
“Oh, Adanna!” Harriet said, her eyes now glistening with tears.
Garreth frowned, wondering if his mum had been at the whiskey. “Alright, mum…she's been here all day.”
But Harriet was intensely focused upon Adanna's midsection, where her hand lay gently across her abdomen. There was a moment where Garreth and Adanna shared a look of confusion, then Adanna's hand clenched, whipping it to the side as if burned.
“No, no! It's not…I'm just full from dinner.”
A tiny part of Garreth shattered to hear it, though he knew deep down that Adanna never would have kept a pregnancy from him. Adanna swallowed, could barely look at Garreth or Harriet, and the latter quickly flew into apologies that barely registered to Garreth.
“Mum, please,” he mumbled, gripping Adanna's waist tightly.
“—so sorry, I shouldn't have assumed—”
“It's fine, Harriet! I think it's a reflex,” Adanna said with a chuckle that contained none of her usual humour.
Garreth wanted to bundle her up and shut away the world. He saw the grief flood her face in the downturn of her lips, the faraway look in her eyes. He was grateful for the appearance of Ime and Tilly then, hand in hand with Natty who beamed at them all.
Adanna really did brighten then, scooping up her girls in a tight embrace. Tilly yawned and nestled her face against Adanna's shoulder, falling still and silent.
“I think it's time we went home,” Garreth suggested.
Ime rubbed her eyes and nodded, coming to Garreth with arms outstretched.
“The life of the party, leaving so soon?” Natty teased.
Garreth scoffed and leaned in to whisper his reply. “That’s what New Year's Eve is for. I have a new brew just for the occasion.”
He once again ignored the looks that passed between the three older witches, instead focusing all his attention on the sleeping girl in his arms.
~
Seven months later
“Do you remember last Christmas when you said you wished the kids had more space?”
Bathed in brilliant summer sunshine, Garreth had led Adanna out to her plot of land, now full to bursting with plants ready for harvest. Roses abloom, peppermint sprawling out of its pot seeking new homes. Ime and Tilly's mystery seeds had sprouted and grown at rapid pace, the pink peony flowers as big as dinner plates. Adanna had helped them along with magic, but she'd never admit to it. Garreth knew she just couldn't resist the smiles on their girls’ faces.
Adanna looked out over the garden and raised an eyebrow. “They can't live in a greenhouse, Gar.”
Garreth snorted and used a gentle press of his thumb to tilt her head towards the hills. “What about over there? A little cottage, near your garden, and the shop.”
He heard Adanna's breath catch.
“You didn't…?”
Garreth nodded. “That plot, from the top of the hill to the village boundary and over to Mr McCarey’s fence—it’s ours now. I know it's a lot of work to build a house and it'll be a bit difficult in the flat for a few months, but I asked if Aidan would come and lead the build—”
“Would he?” Tears finally broke their containment and fell down her cheeks, sobs coming quick and breathless. Then she smacked Garreth on the arm.
“Why did you keep this from me?”
“Ow!” Garreth rubbed his arm. Merlin, he loved her. “In case it didn't work out. I had to haggle on the price a lot, you know. Ended up throwing in a year's worth of Wonder Tonics to get McCarey to agree.”
She looked back to the empty plot of land and Garreth knew she was already imagining what could be: something that was room enough for visiting friends, a building that could welcome Adanna's little family and Garreth's huge one. A home that their children would love.
Adanna didn't—or couldn't—say anything, just leaned into his chest when his arms came to envelop her. He heard a gentle sniff, a little hiccup.
“You like it?” he asked.
“Of course I do. It will be perfect. When can we start?”
“Next week! We might be able to move in before this little one makes an appearance.”
Garreth cradled Adanna's bump from behind, pressing kisses into her neck whilst trying to temper the urge to drag her into the greenhouse and defile her behind the citrus trees. She was so radiant carrying their child—this little miracle. Garreth's hands reverently traced the swell of her abdomen from top to bottom.
“I know what you're thinking,” Adanna said, her smile audible.
“You have no idea what I'm thinking,” Garreth replied. “You know we made this baby at Christmas.”
“You don't know that.”
“Of course I do. I tried extra hard that day.”
Adanna snorted. “I think I have a name.”
Garreth stilled his wandering hands. “Yeah? After your dad?”
“No. Something all of their own. Ime was named after my mother and Tilly after your aunt, so I think this time we should pick something different.”
“I like that idea.”
“If it's a boy, how about Benedict? It means blessed.”
Garreth rolled the name around on his tongue. “Benedict...and if it's a girl?”
“Felicity.”
Garreth smiled. “Luck.”
Adanna nodded.
Garreth stepped around to face Adanna, so he could look into her eyes. Their beauty never failed to enrapture, to steady him when he'd wavered. He'd have said anything to make her happy, but Garreth wasn't in the business of lying.
If Garreth would give Adanna a (self-made) potion and asked her to try it for him, would she do it? :D
Hi mysterious anon!!
Look, Adanna loves Garreth with her WHOLE heart. And she would go to the ends of the earth to make him happy. She's been his anchor, his strength, and is mother to their three beautiful children.
That said, no she would not, because Adanna is Very Smart 🙂↕️
For the head canon game, can I get ★ and ☆ for Garreth and Ada please? 🥰
Yes you absolutely CAN 🖤 Ty so much for the ask! I did them separately and also together
★ - sad headcanon
*gestures to the entirety of Salvation*
💛 For Adanna, the death of her mother was the most difficult part of her childhood, and when she first started at Hogwarts she struggled to adjust as she realised how different her family looked to others'. She'd been travelling the world with just her father, and once confronted with droves of large wizarding families at Kings Cross, she felt her mother's absence more keenly, and would continue to do so as she experienced the myriad 'first' events that she so wished she could have shared.
♥️ Apart from chucking him in Azkaban I don't have many sad headcanons for Garreth since he's my sunshine boy. I think people tend to underestimate Garreth, or even think he's a bit of a joke. His dad thinks Garreth is a bit of a troublemaker and doesn't 'believe' in his aspirations (loves him all the same but doesn't understand his way of thinking). Professor Sharp, who he really looks up to, just sees him as this annoyance. But as Garreth says, can't let the doubters sway me!
🧡 As for their relationship, the only sadness comes from their idiotic refusal to admit their feelings to one another. There's another, but I'll put it below the cut because it might be triggering (pregnancy, loss)
☆ - happy headcanon
💛 Adanna is one of the youngest in her year, and I think it's cute that Natty is like a big sister to her despite only being like 9 months apart 😅
♥️ Garreth has loads of happy headcanons, especially around family (clearly a theme). But carrying on from the sad headcanon I think one of Garreth's proudest moments was when he got his Outstanding Potions N.E.W.T and Professor Sharp finally told him he was proud of him.
🧡 When thinking about starting a family, Adanna thinks two children is the ideal amount, whilst Garreth wants five. So naturally they compromise by having two...and a happy little accident 🤣🤣
🧡 Continuing the sad Garanna hc, after having their first two girls, Adanna falls pregnant unexpectedly again, but has a miscarriage in her first trimester. Garreth never bugs her about having more kids after that, but they can't help but hope when a couple of years later she finds herself pregnant after forgetting to take her potion amidst such busy lives. It's a time of great stress, but this time she goes on to have a healthy baby boy.
