“Does it?” Regulus looked up and down the stairs at Ariadne’s pronouncement. “I don’t watch many films.”
He supposed the castle did look picturesque, what, with every surface draped in pine boughs, and the branch hung with shiny bobbles or nutcrackers or snowmen, and, it seemed, with everything tied together with red or gold ribbons. As if without that last bit, of which there was enough to make all the maids a’ milking new dresses and new uniforms for drummers, no one would have had a clue it was Christmas. So Regulus shrugged and nodded and said, “I guess so. It’s nice, though.”
He puffed air between his lips, scoffing at the idea two Christmases would be boring. “It was Christmas, how could two not be the best thing in the world,” so much cheer and happiness to spread-
As that thought flicked across his mind, for the first time he thought maybe he was taking the spirit of Christmas too far. His brow knit together slightly. Okay, so he would try to tone it down a bit.
“Here, have a candy cane,” he offered apologetically. “They’re still nice, even if you’ve had them a month ago. Plus,” he hastened to add. “I have loads of them. Kreacher keeps giving them to me.”