Morgana was a bit of a Scrooge when it came to Christmas. Mostly because someone Marvolo insisted on being an utter moron. She adored her betrothed, really she did. But she also didn't want to go on ill-advised heists. Plus, they were poor. It wasn't like they got much out of the holidays. She had gotten off work and was now trudging through High Street. She should probably buy something for an evening meal.

Hearing a prim little voice calling out to her, Morgana turned her attention towards it. She was mildly surprised to see a girl that looked mostly well off without a coat or shoes. She looked like she would freeze to death at any given moment. "No. I think it might be yours," Morgana said. There was no one else around that could have done it, she didn't think. "Where did you come from?"