Chapter Four
“You happy with that, Moony?”
Having decided that asking him not to call her Moony was pointless, she took a few steps back to check out their handiwork from a distance. They’d positioned the tree in a corner of the large room, far enough from the fire that the heat wouldn’t dry the tree out, but close enough that its light dappled the pine needles. She tilted her head for a moment, took in the scene, then straightened her head and nodded. “Yes, I am. It looks fantastic. Now we just need to decorate it. Shall I go and fetch Mum?”
“Yes, you do that, and I’ll go and get the decorations. Feel free to bring tea.” He gave a cheeky wink and scurried off.
Chuckling to herself, she waited until her father was out of sight, then went off to do some fetching of her own.
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