Chapter 5- Christmas Day

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      Something hit me in the head.
      "Ow." I mumbled, "Go away, George."
      "Do I look like George to you?"
      I looked up, "Oh, sorry, 'Mione."
      She sighed, "Come on, it's Christmas."
      I climbed out of bed and went downstairs with her. Everybody was crowded around the fireplace.
      I sat on the floor, my back pressed up against the couch. Ginny was sitting cross-cross behind me.
      "Mooorrrnniinngg." George said, sitting next to me.
      "Good morning." I said, rubbing my eyes.
      He put his lips close to my ear, "During dinner."
      I looked at him, "Excuse me?"
      "You set the prank up during dinner, when you excused yourself from the table." He said.
      I giggled, "And we have a winner."
      "What?"
      "Muggle term." I explained, "It means you got it right."
      "Oh." He nodded.
      Molly came around the corner, carrying tons of presents.
      "This one is red, so it's Harry's." She gave Harry a present with red wrapping. She went through rest:
      "Green for Ginny."
      "Blue for Ron."
      "Orange for Fred."
      "Percy, your favorite color changes with the wind so just did black." She gave Percy his present.
      "Sky blue for Hermione."
      "Bill, I've never known your favorite color, so I went with white."
      "Purple for George."
      She looked at me, "Y/n, I don't know what your favorite color is so I chose yellow if that's alright."
      "That's okay." I took the gift, "You didn't have to."
      "Oh, shush, of course I did." She smiled.
      I laughed, "Well, my favorite colors are green and purple."
      "Great, I'll remember that for the future." She clapped, "Go on! Open them up!"
      We opened our gifts. I was shocked and happy with it. It was a purple sweater with my first initial on it. I looked around and saw that everybody else also got sweaters.
      I started laughing, "Thank you!" I told Molly and Arthur, "I love it!"
      George leaned towards me, "You better get used to it, she makes them every year."
      "That's fine with me." I put it on over my t-shirt, "Thank you."
      "You're welcome, dear." Molly said.
      "You guys know what time it is!" Arthur yelled.
      Nobody sounded excited, "What time is it?" I asked.
      Arthur disappeared for a moment but came back with a camera, "Picture time!"
      "Oh!" I stood up and moved by the stairs, "Let me get out of the way, quick so you can get a family photo."
      Molly grabbed my arm, "You are part of this family now and there is no going back." She smiled.
      I shook my head, "Oh, I shouldn't. I'm way shorter than the twins and it'll make the picture look weird, and-"
      "Just sit on our shoulders." Fred said.
      I looked at him, "I'm sorry, what?"
      The twins walked over to me, "Ready, Fred?"
      "Ready, George."
       "Up we go!" They lifted me up set me on their shoulders.
      "HOLY CRICKET! HOLY CRICKET! HOLY CRICKET!" I yelled.
      "Relax." George said, looking up at me.
      "You'll be fine."
      "Ready!" Arthur yelled.
      He pressed a button and we all stared at the camera, smiling. The camera flashed and we all moved. The twins squatted down so my feet touched the floor.
      I climbed off of their shoulders and walked around a little.
      "Merry Christmas!" Molly yelled.
      "Merry Christmas!" We all yelled.
     

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