Moving day
A Christmas tree would make it more festive, Oliver thought, looking round the massive front room filled with boxes. Christmas was just round the corner and they'd need to think about decorating. Fred would be better at it though. Oliver wasn't sure what went into decorating. Decorations just sort of appeared at his parents house and in his flat, well, he'd never really bothered.
But they needed to get unpacked first. The furniture had been delivered the day before, so they didn't have that to worry over anymore. But unpacking was going to be a feat in and of itself. And likely they'd be having Fred's family over before long.
Best not to dawdle.
He opened the first box and found clothes so he lifted it and carried it up the stairs, plopping it down on the bed and opening the wardrobe doors. He heard the front door shut downstairs and he smiled as he used his wand to fold a few shirts of his in the bottom drawer. "That you?" he called, knowing it was Fred. "I'm upstairs. Will you bring one of the clothes boxes up with you?"
But they needed to get unpacked first. The furniture had been delivered the day before, so they didn't have that to worry over anymore. But unpacking was going to be a feat in and of itself. And likely they'd be having Fred's family over before long.
Best not to dawdle.
He opened the first box and found clothes so he lifted it and carried it up the stairs, plopping it down on the bed and opening the wardrobe doors. He heard the front door shut downstairs and he smiled as he used his wand to fold a few shirts of his in the bottom drawer. "That you?" he called, knowing it was Fred. "I'm upstairs. Will you bring one of the clothes boxes up with you?"