"Pretty," I murmured, holding it out in front of me. Then, with a wide smile I slipped it on, along with my red boots, and some warm pants. I tossed some of the wrapping paper to my cat, Ella, who was laying on my bed. She meowed at me, then pounced on the paper. Giggling, I skipped downstairs where I came face to face with a pack of Weasley's and Harry, all wearing similar, hand-knitted sweaters.