Christmas had arrived.
As the head of the Wick family, Watson, whose exalted standing at home put him firmly at the bottom, felt a little melancholy.
The Christmas tree was lit up, and the little presents bought for Ariana sat beneath it.
Mrs. Wick glanced at Watson, who was curled up in a corner of the sofa, muttering to himself.
The Underworld President who commanded such power outside was like a child who never grew up at home.
He dearly missed the Christmas he had spent in the Wizarding World. It had been a hundred times more fun than it was here.
"John..." Watson released the Golden Snitch in his palm with a gloomy sigh.
The little golden ball sprouted two leaf-shaped wings, moving so fast it looked like a streak of golden light.
The instant it left his palm, it took flight.
Just as it was about to escape his reach, his hand snatched the Golden Snitch back as swiftly as though it had eyes of its own.
The Golden Snitch could not escape his grasp, and Watson kept releasing it and catching it again.
Had a Quidditch Seeker been there, they would have recognized this as some serious showing off.
Firewood burned in the Wick family's fireplace, and Watson let out a wistful sigh.
His son would not even come home for Christmas.
More importantly, your dad wants to spend the holidays in the Wizarding World!
Watson was full of resentment, like an abandoned wife.
Mrs. Wick could no longer stand him. She rolled her eyes and exposed his true intentions. "You're just waiting for John's present, aren't you?"
"Ahem. This year's present is taking far too long." Unable to maintain his mournful act, Watson cleared his throat twice and took out the gifts he had prepared.
"I've