Chapter Thirteen
“Okay,” Deborah said, excitement radiating from her as she herded everyone into the living room. “It’s time to open some presents!”
“Mum, wait a minute,” Ginny interrupted. “I need to go and get yours and Dad’s from my room, all right? Don’t start without me.”
“Of course we won’t,” Charlie said impatiently, settling himself into the chair nearest the Christmas tree, childlike glee written all over his face as he observed what was beneath it. “But hurry!”
Chuckling to herself, Ginny did as she was told. Within a handful of minutes, she was back in the front room, carrying an armful of presents, which she dutifully added to the stack beneath the tree before curling up in the armchair she’d commandeered the previous evening. Her mother seemed very composed and, given the
