"Well, so long as no one's happy." He really didn't want to think about Harry, or his sister. He smiled at her, pulling her hand towards himself. "We can have pie and too much eggnog and listen to people shout at each other - the usual Weasley Christmas. Nobody's been murdered so far, I promise. I'll explode quietly." He knew it was stupid to be talking about things they almost certainly couldn't do. But it felt good.