Having declined Peter's kind invitation, I sent him on his way, and returned to the Folly for Christmas dinner. Molly outdid herself: oysters, roast goose, chestnut dressing, and plum pudding with brandy sauce.
I dressed with particular care before seating myself at a table glittering with the best silver and crystal. Molly vanished after serving each course, lingering only when it came time for me to ignite the pudding. It's the simplest of spells, but it makes her quiver like a delighted child.
Peter should understand why I can't leave Molly alone at Christmas. I'm the only family she's got.