Ron and Ainsley were sitting on the couch of the common room, waiting for Harry and Hermione before they could start opening their gifts. Ron’s leg jiggled as he glanced at the clock for the fifth time in just as many minutes. He finally groaned and reached over to dig in his bag.

“I can’t wait on them forever,” he muttered. He tossed Ainsley an untidily wrapped with a grin. “No harm in you opening yours, right?”