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December.
"It is the first of December tomorrow, have you sorted out your lists for Father Christmas?" Jean Granger asked her five year old daughter, Hermione.
"Yes, mummy. It's right here," Hermione gave her mother the long list, smiling sweetly while Jean read through Hermione's childish writing.
"Are you sure you want all these books, Hermione? Don't you want a nice dolly or a pram from Father Christmas?" Jean asked, trying to keep exasperation out of her voice.
Hermione shook her head, "No mummy, toys are for younger children. I want the books on that list please."
"We will see, Hermione," Jean bent to hug her young daughter, smiling as love filled her heart as Hermione hugged her back.