Quiet days

Christmas was quite satisfactory, even if we couldn't be at the Burrow this year with the rest of the family. I don't know how many trips our family owl had to make, but Mum made sure we were all well-supplied with cookies and mince pies and such, but she needn't have worried: the Christmas feasts (both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day) were quite splendid. I can't ever remember stuffing myself quite so much with roast goose; I barely had any room left over for the pudding. Mum and Dad, thanks for the gifts. I think the Mancala set will be quite the new thing in the common room this winter. The twins charmed the stones so that they sing Chrismas carols in squeaky voices, but I hope that'll wear off in a day or two.

It's been quiet since then, although I've had to watch my step whenever I go outside, as the twins are overly fond of cramming unsuspecting passersby into snowbanks. Good thing my new sweater is made of wool and keeps me warm even if wet. I've had my notes out the past day or so, beginning revision for the O.W.L.s. There are so few students in the library which is rather nice: I can get my favourite study table by the windows overlooking the lake whenever I want.