That being said, I must say I quite like the castle when it is so blessedly clean for students. May they choke on their Christmas puddings in peace.
I have done some reading. I have taken care of some, ahem, pressing correspondence, and I have happily disposed of all the (well, three of them, to be quite exact) so-called presents wrapped in gift paper from Zonko’s and carrying the handwriting of some of the more abominable students that Hogwarts has ever been unfortunate to hold.
The fact that I have just witnessed Trelawney getting sloshed on chocolate liqueurs in the staff room does of course help my spirits, but the subsequent incident in which she ended up snogging the mentally challenged house-elf that came up to wipe away her regurgitation is the thing that really sets this Christmas apart from the others.
That, and a couple of other occurrences.