Daphne squeezed my hand as we walked behind her parents. Astoria wasn’t far behind, lazily swinging her arms. She wasn’t nearly as bored as last Yule, but as to why, I wasn’t sure. Astoria can be just as mysterious as Daphne, but she hides it behind pranks more than the cold neutral facade Daphne puts up. Glancing at Dad, I shrugged my shoulders and nonchalantly replied, "these were the rituals I was taught in the middle ages during my time in Hogwarts. They were common in the magical communities back then and I’m glad that most of those traditions carried on through the older families."