the order - f.weasley

- c h a p t e r - e i g h t e e n - p.2 -

 And that is what she did.

The morning she woke up and realised it was Christmas, the girl smiled widely as she stretched out like a cat and curled back onto her side with a sigh.

She had almost drifted back to sleep when the door flew open, slamming into the wardrobe adjacent to the frame.

She jerked up in bed, yanking her wand out of her pillowcase, and pointed it at whoever was at the door.

"Woooaaahhhhhhh, Fox 2.0! Calm your britches!" Sirius's voice found her ears.

Gemma glowered at him, "You're an idiot."

"So are you. We're related, remember?"

She didn't feel like correcting him; instead, she rubbed her eyes as she crossed her legs and dropped her wand hand to her lap, "Why are you in my room?"

"Because it's Christmas!" He shouted and tossed something at her face. "And because you swore you would wear this with me!"

Something hit her in the face, and when she picked up the forest green Father Christmas hat, she smirked, "I forgot about that."

"Yeah, now, open your presents and get your ass outta bed!" Sirius shouted as he rushed from her room, slamming the door behind him as he started to shout "HAPPY CHRISTMAS!" from the top of his lungs throughout the house.

She rolled her eyes at him before looking at the gifts at the end of her bed, all wrapped in sparkling paper, ribbons, and tinsel.

She crawled over and started to open the presents one by one.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley–per usual–knitted her another sweater and gave her some mince pies. Ron got her some Fizzing Whizbees–one of her favourite sweets. Hagrid sent her some books about Nifflers and an old edition of her Rand-Pap-Pap's book. Hermione got her some colour-changing earrings that would change and match any outfit Gemma wore. Ginny got her a replica of the Holyhead Harpie jersey with Gemma's Quidditch number on the back. George got her some dungbombs (which was normal), and Dobby (the sweet thing) made her a painting or something. Tonks literally gave her a piece of paper that said, We will go do anything you want for a whole day this Christmas (P.S. no telling your father about this.) Harry gave her a new potions set–with the ingredients to go with it.

And Sirius?

Well, Sirius–that git–gave her a t-shirt (that would never see the light of day because of safety purposes) that was almost three sizes too big and had a terrible picture of her and him on the front of it (it was one of the days everyone was gone and they had thought it would be a grand idea to go sledding down the many flights of stairs in Grimmauld Place; Gemma had tried to take a picture and instead got a picture of the two of them screaming bloody murder as they flew over the bannister and crashed into the wall on the next floor).

Gemma spent at least twenty minutes laughing at that before she noticed that her father and Fred had not left her gifts.

She was confused about why they hadn't left anything, but she just shrugged and figured it would come up later.

So, in the light of Christmas and the fact that she wouldn't be able to wear her t-shirt outside the house, Gemma dressed in a pair of jeans with slight tears in the knees (from sporadic Quidditch practice), the almost knee-length t-shirt from Sirius, some comfy socks that were also from Tonks, and her Christmas hat.

As she put the hat on, she realised words were embroidered across the white fuzz along the rim.

She pushed it all away and almost cried.