"Let someone else handle it. Like Fleur. Besides, Christmas supper's nearly on the table!" The boys stalked back for the table and squeezed into chairs, Harry setting Teddy atop the chipped wood. The Boy Who Lived was relieved to see Ron hovering over the little baby, perhaps afraid Teddy might accidentally roll off. Confident that his best mate could keep an eye on his godson, Harry pulled out a Christmas card and some reams of parchment from under his coat; Transfiguring a spoon into a quill and inkwell, he put tip to paper.