Breakfast was a lively affair. Soon the table was groaning under the mass of all of the food that had been prepared, and they were eating their weight in sausage, bacon, scrambled egg, and toast. The twins took it in turns teasing Bill about Fleur, and Ginny about Blaise; Harry was infinitely grateful that they left him out of it. At one point, Mr and Mrs Weasley crossed one another’s path in the kitchen doorway, as they hustled about organising the last few things left for Christmas dinner. Mr Weasley caught his wife by the wrist and pressed a loud kiss to her mouth much to their children’s distaste.