Fjärde advent och den här veckan var det verkligen svårt att välja. Men till sist valde jag det här, från Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone, Harrys första jul på Hogwarts.
Before he could say or think anything else, the dormitory door flung open and Fred and George Weasley bounded in. Harry stuffed the cloak quickly out of sight. He didn't feel like sharing it with anyone else yet.
"Hey, look - Harry's got a Weasley jumper, too!"
Fred and George were wearing blue jumpers, one with a large yellow F on it, the other with a large yellow G.
"Harry's is better than ours, though," said Fred, holding up Harry's jumper. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."
"Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron?" George demanded. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."
"I hate maroon," Ron moaned half-heartedly as he pulled it over his head.
"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid - we know we're called Gred and Forge."
"What's all this noice?"
Percy Weasley stuck his head through the door, looking disapproving. He had clearly come halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, carried a lumpy jumper over his arm, which Fred seized.
"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even Harry got one."
"I - don't - want -," said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the jumper over his head, knocking his glasses askew.
"And you're not sitting with the Prefects today, either," said George. "Christmas is a time for family."
They frog-marched Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his sides by his jumper.