Caleb eyed the two boxes nervously. He really didn't want to know what kind of evil lurked underneath that innocent wrapping paper. If he was lucky, it was just some of the surviving Weasley twin's merchandice and not something too grown-up like cosmetics or some such thing. But he still levitated them over to the finished pile.
"Next year, I'm just going to hire you out to deal with all this nonsense." He said that every year, but one of these days he was actually going to make good on the threat. "This is not the last minute. The last minute is between false dawn and the stampede of the Warrington Twins."