Chapter 17: Christmas at Hogwarts
Sitting back up on the couch I look back at the tree, two presents still lay underneath but tucked to the back "Whose are those?" I question as Harry tilts his head to look under the tree also seeming not to of noticed it beforehand either.
"Oh" Ron was quick to grab them he gives a knowing look at the presents as he picks up the two of them before handing one each to me and my brother confused I look at Ron as Harry looks at the note on top, "I thought we did our presents the day before Hermione left?" I question him as the present in my hands gets taken out and swapped with the one Harry had seeming that Ron mixed them up even with our names on them.
"It's not from me it's from my mum" he smiles taking a seat on the floor in front of the couch I was sat on, looking back down at the present I smile "She didn't have to we never got her anything" he shakes his head smiling "Believe me when you see it you won't want to".
Flipping the present over I rip open the wrapping paper a black knitted jumper was inside lifting up i turn to show harry as he holds up a black knitted jumper but on the front of his, he had a capital H knitted in white wool. "Hey, yours got your initial on it" I smile as he looks to mine that I have holding in my hand "Yours too" turning the jumper to look at the front like Harry's jumper except mine was a white capital W.
"I love your mother ill have to write her a thank you letter now" smiling I slip the jumper over my head and over the top of my PJ top, Harry had the same idea as he also does it luckily the jumper fitted well even room to grow as it was very long on sleeves and covered my ass.
Before Ron could say anything back the dormitory doors swing open and Rons Twin brothers Fred and George bound in, Harry is quick to stuff the Cloak quickly out of sight to which is probably best considering the stories either the two of them or Ron have shared about the twin's adventures. They could get up to a lot of mischief with that Harry would never see it again.
"Merry Christmas" they both shout smiling as they walk into the room Fred jumps over the back of the couch sitting next to me while George goes to occupy the single couch no one decided to sit in, feeling a tug on my jumper I glance to Fred as he pulls at the fabric looking at it up and down "Hey look, Willow and Harry got a Weasley jumper, too!".
Weasley jumper only then did I realise that both Fred and George had matching blue jumpers, one with a large yellow capital F on it and the other with a large yellow capital G. "Willow, yours is better than mine" Fred pouts tugging on my already too large jumper he does not need to stretch it more. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family".
"Pfft, you got that right" I laugh trying to push Fred's hands off me instead, he just wraps his arm around my shoulder challenging him to move it. Shaking my head I burst out laughing again as George starts to touch up Harry's Jumper as Harry tries to also push his hands away annoyed shouting at him as he does.
"What's all this noise?" looking back to where Fred and George had just came from stands Percy the older brother of the four as he looks at us disapprovingly he also has his Mothers hand made Christmas present as he carries it over his arm which gained Georges attention. "P for Perfect! Get it on Percy, come on, we are all wearing ours, even Willow and Harry who got one" Fred taunts his brother as George stopped bugging my brother to go bug his own edging closer to Percy.
"I don't want-" but he gets cut off from his excuse as George take it out of Percy's hand and forces the jumper over his head I smile biting my lip to stop my laugh escaping as Percy thrashes in his jumper as George won't let go for him to put his arms through or to take it off.
"Aww you look adorable Percy" I coo as he turns looking at me and Fred on the couch not looking convinced "Aaaand you're not sitting with the Prefects today either" Fred smirks leaning back on the couch watching his two brothers fight against the jumper one to keep it on and the other to take off.
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The Potter Twins
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