With the flick of his wand, all of the gifts are wooshed into these perfect little boxes and then moved under the tree. Rather than his staple childhood plain, proper wrapping paper and a fresh pine tree that only contains white decor, Hermione’s tree was littered with random crafts made by the girls and these colorful ornaments that were simply welcoming. A family lived here, his family at that. There was no need to be the perfect pureblood anymore. 