Wand Hopping ; D.M.

𝑂𝑙𝑑 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠

Elsie Granger

November had come and gone, and so did the majority of December. Now it was just before Christmas break and all the holiday festivities were occurring.

Ron had started to wear his Christmas sweater as well as Harry, everybody was ready for the holiday.

Draco was still spending all of his time with his stupid girlfriend, Holly. Nobody has been able to split them apart.

I hated seeing him waste his time with her, day after day, though I don't like him anymore.

My feelings with Draco have been on and off. Sometimes I'll see him and I'll fall deeply in love while other times I want to throw up.

Hermionie is spending the holiday at the Burrow aka the Weasley house with Harry and Ron, and Ron allowed me to go with them as I didn't want to go back home.

Ron said that I can share a bunk with the twins because my sister's sleeping in his bed.

Before leaving, I spent plenty of time with Norah and Lorenzo because of how much I'll miss them. I can still send them letters, but Enzo will be trapped in the Malfoy Manor and I kinda felt bad.

"Please write to me!" I said to the two before the holiday.

"We will."

***

Harry, Hermionie, Ron, and I arrived at the Burrow with all of our belongings. As soon as we entered the house, Mrs. Weasley greeted us all with a warm welcome. She was very kind and even baked cookies for our arrival.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," I said, trying to be polite and make a good impression.

"Call me Molly, dear. Nobody uses Mrs. Weasley unless it's serious."

We all tried the different kinds before the door swung open.

It was the twins.

While they were still in Hogwarts, we all used to be friends so it was nice to see them again.

"Elsie's here?" Fred questioned.

"What's it look like?" George giggled, "She's sitting right in front of us, isn't she?"

Fred nudged his brother before finding the plate of cookies in the kitchen and taking a few. George followed.

"Can one of you two show Elsie to her room?" Molly asked.

"Which room is she sleeping in?" Fred asked.

"Yours!"

"Sweet," Fred laughed.

"Oh don't even," George chuckled.

"What!"

"It was either your room or the sofa and I'd be damned to force our guest to sleep on the sofa!" she shouted.

Molly walked over and used the newspaper from the counter to begin hitting the twins with, "Do as you're told!"

Fred spoke up and invited me to follow him upstairs. Their house had a very odd shape and arrangement, but it made it very unique and fun to explore.

"This is our room," Fred said, setting my bag down, "That bunk's mine, and that's Georges."

"Thank you," I smiled.

"His normally has dirty socks in it, and sometimes it smells."

"Hey! It does not!" George entered the room, "Stop lying to the poor girl."

"I was just telling her which bunk is which, that's all."

"You can pick whichever you like, Elsie," George welcomed me, "Feel free to take your jacket off and stay a while!"