"The note doesn't say. I don't know anyone that I'd expect to give me priceless magic artifacts. It says it belonged to my parents, but I also don't know anyone who knew my parents well enough to hold onto their things for me..."

At this moment the dorm door is flung open and the Weasley twins bound in.

Victor flinches.

"Merry Chris—Victor where's the rest of your body?"

Yeah he's got no idea how to answer that question and is also still a little frozen up from that initial startlement.

"Victor got an invisibility cloak!"

"From whom?"

"I don't know."

"Note didn't say."

"All we got were these sweaters," says the twin with the sweater with an F on it.

Victor folds up the invisibility cloak to reveal his emerald green sweater.

"Victor's is better than ours, though," says twin-with-a-G. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."

"You haven't got a letter on yours," the other twin observes. "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 noise?"

Percy Weasley sticks his head through the door, looking disapproving. He's clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, carries a lumpy sweater over his arm.

Which Fred promptly seizes.

"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even Victor got one."

And George helps him force the sweater over Percy's head over his protests. "I—don't—want—"

"And you're not sitting with the prefects today, either," says George. "Christmas is a time for family."

The twins frog-march him from the room, his arms pinned to his sides by the sweater.

Victor puts on the rest of his clothes and follows them.

Ron does, too.

Eventually Percy manages to put his arms where his arms should go and follows the twins to the Great Hall of his own volition, visibly trying not to laugh at their increasingly absurd jokes about armless sweaters.

...acceptable.

That afternoon Victor has what might be the best Christmas meal he's ever had. A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce—and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table, free for the taking.