"No, my husband is having one of his infamous snoring festivals," she sighed."Hehe, yeah, I know. My dad's the same."An awkward silence."Wanna sit wit...h me?" she asked. I had no idea what she meant, there was nothing to do or anything. But of course, you don't say no to a lady, so I sat myself next to her on the sofa. I had nothing on but my boxers, and sitting there next to a beautiful woman, in the dark, well, suffice to say I was glad the lights were out. We sat there for a minute, saying. The predictably dirty carriage clattered along disreputably enough keeping me tolerably dry if not clean and soon enough we arrived at the house.This time footman and under butler attended upon us as soon as we swept down the drive and halted before the front steps, and between them they set the carriage steps down and collected my bags, this at least was an improvement, but otherwise if there was an improvement in any other area then I failed to detect it, though at least the staff were lined. You too, Hermione."Harry joins us a few minutes later, bringing with him the promised cocoa, which he hands out to everyone, before taking a seat by the fire, sitting cross legged on the floor to one side.Heavy footsteps hurriedly coming downstairs announce Ron's arrival. Either he woke up on his own, or the smell of the hot chocolate finally made it upstairs.He takes the cup that Harry passed to him, as he joined him on the floor.Now that everyone is here, Arthur reaches under the tree,. Chuck moved carefully back towards the window and slipped a leg over the sill. He was careful not so much worried about falling as not getting his sisters pageant dress dirty. His panic had taken the pleasure out of dressing up and a few minutes later everything he was wearing was carefully put back where it had been. Everything but the ruffled panties and those, as well as the full slip he wore went into the washer on delicate. It was the only drawback for a boy wearing such lovely things.