Freddie had arrived early to secure himself a good seat and was plonked in between his mum and sister, merrily sipping a glass of mulled wine and peeling sprouts without magic (at his grandmother's insistence-- the magic had the potential to affect the flavour apparently). Unaware of the tensions in the room, he glanced up as Rose arrived with a face like thunder. Hugo slunk into the room behind her and rolled his eyes before heading to the cupboards and rummaging for Christmas goodies. "Oi, you'll be getting dinner in a minute, Hugh!" Fred pointed out, indicating the sprouts with a sweep of his hand. "You think I'm peeling these so you can make yourself sick on shortcake?"