YOU'VE GOT YOUR MOTHER IN A WHIRL
SHE'S NOT SURE IF YOUR A BOY OR A GIRL
juniper "june" lovegood lived a fairly simple life. she lived according to her own rules and enjoyed the magical school she had grown up hearing stories about. but, when her mu...
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After breakfast, Mrs. Weasley grouped everybody in theliving room to open presents. Under the Christmas tree were a few boxes wrapped in all sorts of wrapping paper. Each had a ribbon tied around the top in a bow and a parchment name tag looped through the ribbon.
"Alright Ginny, open your present," Mrs. Weasley smiled. "It's not much, but I expect you'll like it."
Ginny untied the ribbon before tearing at the paper carefully. Her face lit up when she pulled a red jumper embroidered with a gold 'G.' "Thanks, Mum!" she exclaimed.
The Weasley's didn't have much, but they had just enough. Their large family made do with the blessings they had and that was okay. They liked the Burrow and the little shed for their blue car and they loved one another. Love was truly everything a family needed to be bound together. Without love a house wasn't a home and people weren't family. Without love, a house was an empty hole; without love a group of people weren't family. Family didn't mean blood; family meant people you loved in Juniper's mind. Juniper could already tell she would love the Weasley's. In her mind, the Weasley's were already part of her own little family. And her family didn't forget she went to a boarding school in Scotland and expect her to find her way home, barely twelve years old, and hardly knowing how to use expiliarmus.
Juniper's family was loving and inviting. Her family took those who weren't their own in and take care of them until their blood-family remembered their pre-teen daughter still wasn't home. That's who the Weasley's were. The Weasley's were good, kind people. And they didn't leave their kin behind.
The family continued down the line and Juniper was surprised when Mrs. Weasley smiled a pushed a small tin of biscuits towards her. She didn't expect Mrs. Weasley, or any of the Weasley's, really, to provide her with much more than a home to stay in over the Holiday. However, Mrs. Weasley did give her a small tin of biscuits and a tied bag of homemade fudge.
"Mrs. Weasley..." Juniper gasped, in awe of the middle-aged woman. "Thank you," were the two words she could mutter out.
The biscuits and fudge wasn't much, but it was just enough. Juniper liked things when they were just enough. It made sense that way.
The rest of the large family opened their own presents consisting of a sweater and, when it came to Percy, a new quill and ink pot. He was one of the most studious people she had ever met. He spent all day cooped up in his small room, scribbling away at sheets upon sheets of parchment; each beginning with Dear Minister of Magic, and ending with Sincerely, Percy Ignatius Weasley. She almost found his extensive writing funny. But she didn't dare laugh because his cheeks would go bright red before the rest of his face and he would immediately sprint back to his room if he had even came down in the first place.
