It was Hermione- but that wasn’t all that odd. Hermione was often first for holiday get togethers at that point in her life. Her family had shrunk so much, and this was really the biggest part of Christmas for her. Ron and Harry on the couch, opening things she’d been careful about picking out for them. Yes. The Weasley dinner was that night, but that would be different. It was impossible have the meal without thinking of those lost… of those who would be lost most likely. Well, if Diggory kept going the way he was, the most certainly would lose more.
She was dressed in plain clothing, her holiday sweater by the door for later. But she had a bottle of wine and three glasses with her, fully intent on having at least half a glass of red before enduring pointed questions about her dating life. The witch sat on the armrest across from Harry, a tired smile on her face.
“Well. Happy Christmas then,” she said, wondering when they would get a holiday when they didn’t wait with baited breath for the next horrible thing to happen.