71. Untie – With Love, From Me To You
Christmas morning at Hogwarts was always accompanied with joyous shouts, laughter, and a fresh coating of snow. Professor McGonagall awoke to these sounds on the one day she allowed herself the luxury of sleeping in.
Sighing, she shook off the covers and stood. Instead of the usual carpet, her feet landed on a square package. Extremely puzzled, she reached down to pick it up, having no idea who it was from much less what it was.
With a frown, she untied the ribbon holding the wrapping in place. Her curious stare was met by that of a small fuzzy crup.
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