Ron stood and looked at the tree, then at Harry, then at the tree again. One hand raised to cup the back of his neck and his face twisted into something quite sheepish.
"Ah, Dad always did this at home and I've not had much of a call for Christmas trees in the past. So. Er. You have any idea how to keep it from toppling over? Especially if that blasted cat decides to scale it to play with the angel?"