The Journey

Christmas Eve

After a long night of researching there were piles of books everywhere. We ended up both crashing. I woke to a scratching on the door.

"But Dad...I don't wanna get up yet..." Fred rolled over shoving his face into a pillow. I went to the door rubbing my eyes trying to focus them.

I saw a little owl on the stoop when I opened the door. Must be from Scorpius. The owl followed me in and I began reading.

"Dear Celestial,
Dad says you can't come over for Christmas dinner but, I'll for sure ask again for another time. Love, Yours."

I wrote back
"Dear Scorpius,
Thank you for trying anyway. I have lots of researching to do. So it all worked out. -Celestial"

I sent the Owl on its way, and went to curl back up in the chair, when I felt a cold draft go throughout the house. How did he live here?

"Fred! Quit hogging all the blankets!" I yelled pulling the top one off him. He tried to hold onto it as he began wining.

"BUT ITSSSS SOOOO COLLLDDDD...." he rolled over covering his head up facing away from me.

"Imagine how I feel! You took all the blankets." I growled.

"Well. You can join. Never said you couldn't." He snickered.

"I'm not that cold." I grinned slightly wrapping myself in it. "You want breakfast?" I asked.

"Ha! Like you can cook."

"Is that a challenge Weasley?" I growled. He perked up right away.

"Maybe it is. I learned all the best cooking from me Grandmum." He Sat up rubbing his eyes still not fully awake yet.

"Alright, how about scrambled eggs and waffles?"

"What? For Christmas Eve breakfast? No way!" We were now in the kitchen.

"Okay. Then what do you suggest?" I shook my head with a grin.

"Grandmum always made cookies. Gingerbread to be exact!"

"Alright Gingerbread it is." His smile slightly disappeared. He obviously doesn't like not spending Christmas with his family.

"You know how to make it?" He grinned again.

"Yes Fred." I grinned.

"Cool. Let's get started." We started. Baking and before we knew it we each had a pan of Gingerbread cookies. Fred's were much more decorative and extra.

"All because yours look pretty doesn't mean they taste good." I laughed. We each took one of each other's cookies.

"Alright. You win." I rolled my eyes."

"Don't feel bad. Yours are still good." He laughed as I poured two glasses of milk.

"Well I know that." I grinned.

After breakfast I looked at Fred.

"Now what?" I shrugged.

"We for sure need to brighten the room up." He hopped up happily.

"With what? He doesn't have anything here for Christmas lights." I turned around watching him run into a different room. I heard a bunch of clanging.

"I swear Weasley if you break something!"

"Oh stop! I won't break anything!" He yelled back at me. Finally he came out with a bunch of candles in his arms and shoved them in mine. He ran back and brought out more. We used the fire place to light the candles and place them around the room.

(Why not use magic you ask? Because. The Ministry doesn't permit use of underage magic outside of the school. Yes. They will know.)

"Woah. It already looks so much brighter..." I looked shocked.