Draco then said, "Mum. Do a charm."

Narcissa eyed her son, though she did bear a small smile at the feel of the little kicks.

"Draco, what ever do you mean?"

"Just something small."

She fetched her wand, "Well, rather bored with the look of the mantle." She murmured some words before poking her wand toward it, and the candles and flowers changed to something with a more snowflaked theme decoration.