He’s never experienced a non-white Christmas. Christmas at the manor was always a lavish affair, surpassing even the glittering Welcome Feast in Hogwarts’ Great Hall. He’s yet to see anything like it: the manor grounds blanketed in snow, regardless if the weather allowed for it; elaborate floral arrangements with the rarest amaryllis and orchid varieties; towering Norway spruces; presents every which way he looked; and every year a new theme. Once, fairies and reindeer were charmed to fly above an ice rink.