St Mungo's Patient Party

"I've been with your father for almost thirty-seven Christmas' and not a single one has gone perfectly." She mused. A small smile tugged at her lip. She bowed her head to hide her overflowing tears. 'Please Merlin, I don't need a perfect Christmas, I just want him to make it to Christmas thirty-eight.' She prayed silently as the Healers rushed around her in a flurry.