Later that afternoon, we finish up our shopping and exit Harrods into a literal winter wonderland. Everything is bright, white and crisp. I smile at the beautiful blanket of snow that has fast covered the streets of London, remembering with a pang of guilt the time that I'd conjured snow in the greenhouse with Will. I definitely needed to apologise to him and explain myself next time that I saw him, I'd he was still speaking to me, that is.
Mum pays for a taxi and we are soon back home in Camden.
Dad had decorated the Christmas tree and the rest of the house by the time we get home, which was better late than never.
"Have I got time for a run before dinner?" I ask my mum, feeling an itch to go running around Regents Park in the snow before it got dark.
"You've got about an hour or so
