Michael was pacing about the apartment trying to decide whether everything was ready. By the Christmas tree were two neat stacks of presents ready to be summoned away, one with presents for Iden's family and one with presents for Michael's family. On the hob were several dishes keeping warm until brunch at Iden's mum's house. In the refrigerator were several more dishes keeping cool until dinner at Michael's parents' house.
"Iden, are you ready to go?" Michael called from the kitchen.
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Iden mock-glared at his mother and grabbed Michael with one arm around the waist. "Pincushion? You told him about that? And you," he said turning to Michael, "Three? I wasn't consulted on this three business. How about one or two with imaginary friends? That's like three." Iden was still blushing a rather warm shade of red. He was sure his mum had mentioned the house he had seen near Hogsmeade and knew she'd passed on Pincushion. "Really, I leave the room for five minutes and look what you two get up to."
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