On Christmas Eve, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting around the fire in the Gryffindor Common room telling stories of their worst Christmas presents. The fourth year were sipping hot chocolate and butterbeer while talking. Harry started.
"This one time, the Dursley's got me an old, gross sock that belonged to Dudley until he grew out of it at four and a half. God, I hate those Dursley's. They were the worst." Said Harry, sounding like that was just a few days ago, although it had been many years.
"SO the worst." Ron replied while chewing on an oversized Kit Kat bar.
"Ron, how can you expect to know what Harry's aunt and uncle, you've never met the people." obnoxiously said Hermione in response to Ron's comment.
Ron and Hermione started arguing about which of the is more interrupted by shouting, " Guys, guys, guys, there are more important things than arguing. Do you know what that is," Hermione and Ron shook their heads no. "Guys, it's Red Vines." as Harry said this, he pulled out a package of red licorice. Ron got excited and grabbed a handful of Red Vines.
"So, Hermen, what's your worst gift?" Ron asked.
"Well, a few years ago, my great Aunt Susan bought me a gigantic mirror that had jewels all around the edge that my parents made me hang up in my room. That was the year my neck stiffened into looking down. Everyone at school thought a was shy, but it was just the result of me avoiding my reflection." Hermione sadly said.
"Wow! I never got a mirror! I'd love to look at myself all day!" Harry said, proudly showing off his scar. The he whispered "Lucky."
Then Ron and Harry ate more Red Vines, while Hermione started reading How to
Kill Dark Wizards in Modern Times. After a while, the trio went to bed.