“Simon!” Ron shouted, obviously shocked to see his brother.
“Ron,” Simon replied, amused at the stunned expression staring guiltily at him.
“Hi, Simon,” Georgiana said, nervously.
“Hello, Georgiana. What is it you’re not supposed to tell me?”
She turned to Ronnie first before answering. “What you’re getting for Christmas, so don’t ask. I ain’t telling!”
Simon laughed, leaning casually against the doorway stuffing his hands in pockets of his trousers. “Is that all? I already know what Ronnie’s getting me. It’s the same thing every year. A lump of coal.”
Georgiana pouted. “You would get something better if you didn’t tease him all the time!”
Taken aback, Simon could only stare at her, the smirk wiped from his face. “That…uh…bothers you?”