From the author: A companion to Something Familiar, this gives us a peek into Hēi Māo's first holiday with his new witch and family.
Hēi Māo woke slowly, stretching under the warm blankets and not even bothering to open his eyes. He was warm and comfortable, and though he knew it was well past his usual wake up time, there was no rush. The whole house was calm. His father's house had been calm on Winter Solstice, too, though perhaps abandoned and bleak would have been better descriptors.
As he breathed in through his nose, the scents of cinnamon, nutmeg, and apple filled him. He groaned a little. Brigitte had said that making the wassail was one of her duties for the celebration of the holiday. As her familiar, he should be there with her, helping, learning the Defresne‑Li ways. While solstices and equinoxes were observed in the Parenteau household, it was always a quiet affair and not much of a celebration. At least not since his maman vanished. He was curious to see what was customary in normal families. He'd been in therapy a month now, but he already recognized that there had been nothing normal, and very little that was okay, about his upbringing in his father's home.
Pushing away his blankets, he rolled to the side to get out of bed. Scampering on bare feet, he crossed the room and opened the trapdoor his witch must have closed so he could rest. She was so good to him! He'd spent the last month getting accustomed to a new schedule including school and homework. While he liked it very much overall, it had been an exhausting adjustment on top of so many other changes.
Quiet singing met his ears as he descended the stairs, and he peered over the railing to see Brigitte, Mama, and Papa working together in the kitchen. The song was unfamiliar, but something about it touched the very core of his being, and he froze. He felt suffused with the warmth of love and family. Though this was the shortest day, the song gave him hope that the coming light would bring even more good things.
Brigitte looked up and caught Hēi Māo's eyes peering over the banister. Continuing to sing, she smiled at him, waving with a hand that held a green bit of plant. They had reached the chorus again, and she beamed at each of her parents while she continued her work. This was their traditional blessing of the ingredients for their feast.
By the time they reached the end of the song, Hēi Māo had crept down the stairs and into the kitchen, seating himself at the counter to watch. Though he was nearly seventeen, his face held the bright joy of a young child who has been able to stay awake through the longest night to watch the sunrise for the first time.
"Good morning Kitty," she said, setting aside the thyme and reaching over to pat his head. "Did you sleep well."
He closed his eyes and tilted his head to press against her hand, humming happily. "I did. It was very nice to lie in."
"You've been working hard. You deserved it." It still stunned her that he'd never really had a routine sleep schedule. His father had him up at all sorts of hours for photo shoots, and no one bothered to keep track of how rested he was. As a cat shapeshifter, he had the napping thing down, though, and it had probably been the only thing keeping him from dangerous sleep deprivation.
"What was that? It was beautiful," he gushed. "What have I missed?"
"It was the blessing of our feast, before it's prepared," she explained. "Since it's such a big deal, we like to help make sure it all turns out well."
"And we'll be cooking all day," Papa said. "There will be ample opportunities for you to help out."
Hēi Māo smiled and nodded. "Oh yes. Put me to work."
Mama slid a tray of special winter treats, including her favorite lussekatter, onto the table. "You'll start by helping us polish off some breakfast."
"That's hardly work," Hēi Māo pointed out, then he closed his eyes and sniffed the aromas drifting off the tray. It was nice to see him so relaxed in human form.
"You can't make it through the longest night without adequate preparation," Mama said.
"And it's not a day of just work," Papa added. "Time together is the most important thing. We have lots of little rituals and trappings that hold meaning for us, but those aren't the essential parts of the solstice celebration."
Hēi Māo smiled, taking a Neufchâtel filled croissant off the plate. "This is all so new for me." He wiggled his legs a bit to get rid of some excess energy.
"You said your family celebrated Winter Solstice," Brigitte said, looking puzzled.
"We didn't really celebrate anything," he explained. "It was a guaranteed day off, mostly because father couldn't expect anyone to work on this day. But it wasn't anything special." He shrugged. "It was kind of dour, to be honest."
Mama let out a sound of dismay. "Well that simply won't do, Hēi Māo. This is supposed to be an occasion of merriment and joy."
"Our ancestors thought the only way to bring back the sun was to tempt it with song and food," Papa added. "While we have the actual science behind the astronomical phenomenon, it's still a time of great magic and very much worth celebrating." He patted Hēi Māo's shoulder. "We'll show you the proper way to do this, son."
"I'll be a good student," Hēi Māo promised.
"You'll enjoy yourself," Mama ordered, though she softened it with a smile. "Now you should have some of Brigitte's wassail. It's the best way to start your solstice morning."
"And every morning as long as it lasts," Papa added.
Brigitte is a teen witch who is desperately ready to find her familiar. Jacque was an internationally-known teen model, but he's spent the last four months living as a stray cat on the streets of Paris. What could possibly happen when these two cross paths?
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