Door 19
"Do you have a ladder?"
"Why don't you just do it with magic?" Montague asked Angelina.
"Because it's more fun this way." She told him and asked him again for a ladder. Montague called one of his house elves and had a ladder brought to the living room. He then left the room.
Angelina and the children worked together perfectly. Emily and Samuel were decorating the lower branches while Angelina put the ornaments onto the higher branches.
After about an hour the tree was decorated with the candles and ornaments.
"Now it looks like Christmas." Emily said and smiled. Angelina nodded at her then her eyes wandered to the tip of the tree.
"Is there nothing for the tip?" Samuel asked and looked around in the empty boxes.
"No, there isn't…"
"Here." Samuel interrupted Angelina and held a box in front of her that she hadn't noticed before. Inside the box was an angel with a harp in his hands.
Angelina took the angel carefully in her hands and looked at it. A small smile made its way to her face and she shook her head. She stepped onto the small ladder and tried to reach for the tip but it was just out of her reach.
"Didn't I tell you you should do it with magic?"
Angelina almost fell of the ladder when she heard Montague's voice from the door. She turned around to face him once she had again solid ground underneath her feet.
"You also said you didn't care about a tip." Angelina reminded him and held the angel up. Montague just shrugged and came into the room.
He lifted Emily in his arms and held her up so she could reach the tip of the tree. Angelina handed the angel to Emily and the girl put the angel on the tree.
"Do you think they will like this?" Emily asked Samuel and held the piece of paper up for him to see. Samuel nodded and smiled at his younger sister.
"Of course they will."
The two siblings had been staying alone in their room after dinner. They had decided to make presents for Angelina and Montague and of course they didn't want them to see the presents before Christmas.
Suddenly Emily looked out of the window and her smile disappeared.
"We won't be here when they open our presents." She whispered. Samuel stopped what he was doing and looked at his sister.
"Emmy…"
"I wish we could stay here Sam. I like them. Angelina reminds me of how Mum was and although dad wasn't like him, I like Montague."
Samuel sighed. He knew how Emily felt. He knew because he felt exactly the same way. Even the kiss between them hadn't been that disgusting. He wished Father Christmas would make his wish come true.