Christmas Eve was quiet. I passed the time roasting marshmallows over the fire with Fred and George. At one point I caught Fred staring at me. When I gave him a quizzical look he just leaned over and whispered something to George. Whatever he said, George merely shrugged and continued to cook his marshmallow. The night went on without mention of this. We joked, and set fire to more than a few marshmallows. Harry and Ron joined us for a bit before we all said our good nights and went up to bed, excited for tomorrow.