Ginny had arrived for Christmas Eve and spent the night. She'd mostly helped out her mother by keeping her company; Mrs. Weasley was so used to cooking on her own that help mostly got in the way. She'd disappeared upstairs to get dressed, and when she came back down, Ron was on the couch. "Nice sweater, Ron," she told him wryly. She wasn't wearing one, instead clad in a dark green top and black slacks with her hair loose. She rarely wore red; she had enough of it with her hair.