"Hey Harry, whadya think about this?"

Harry walked into the living room to see Ron hanging a stocking on the top branch of their Christmas tree. He stifled a laugh.

"Um, that’s not exactly right."

"Okay then, how’s this?" Ron magicked the stocking so that it hung from the mantle. But it drooped down almost to the grate. It would surely catch on fire.

"Won’t work."

Ron grabbed the stocking from the mantle and shoved it on his head. He moved to stand under the sprig of mistletoe hovering in the doorway. "Well, how’s this?"

"The best stocking stuffer ever."