Daisy | The Marauders Era

Christmas 1972: Sandy

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White snowflakes fluttered past the window of two girls in their slumber like little stars falling from the clouds.

    It was no longer Christmas eve, instead, a very early Christmas morning. And everything in the house had stayed intact.

Arising slowly and groggy, Daisy squinted at the bright, eye watering light spreading around the room via the frosty window. Rubbing her eyelids roughly, she yawned and adjusted to the blank outside. There was snow everywhere.

The naked trees had been buried beneath the thick coat, one half of the sisters seesaw peeked its way out of its den, and from far from the house she could only see a white storm. Not a bad one. But a delightful one.

Children everywhere would be waking up to mesmerise at the white Christmas, then travel downstairs to discover Rudolph had ate his carrots, and Santa drank his milk - or whisky.

    Lily's bed was still full with her sister sleeping, and checking the clock on the dresser, it was past seven in the morning! They should be opening present by now! It was practically noon!

    "Lily wake up!" Daisy bounced on top of the lump rising and falling under Lily's duvet.

    A stressed whine rolled and Daisy fell off the side of the bed with a thud.

    "You need to get up!" She said, pulling herself against the mattress.

    "I'm tired..." Lily groaned.

    Edging closer to the girls head, Daisy put her lips inches away from Lily's ear.

    "It's Christmas~"

    With that Lily's eyes widened. "Already?! I just got to sleep." She groaned wiping drool smudged on her cheek.

"Yes! C'mon!" Daisy pranced out of the bedroom and headed for their parents. The door was still shut!

She snuck in quietly, seeing how her parents were still fast asleep, and tiptoed to her fathers side.

    "Wake up." She whispered, poking his arm.

    But he didn't move.

    "Dad..." she shook him lightly and he huffed.

    "It's Christmas we need to get up and have breakfast!" This shake was a little more rough and her father sprung up like a slinky.

"Okay okay! Off you go to wake Petunia and I'll be done with your mother, just don't go in the living room yet!"

And she left the room. Along with the intention to visit Petunia in her parents bedroom.

    She was the first ready, as always. Awaiting on the top step of the stairs, her right leg bounced impatient and restlessly as all she could hear was silence from the rooms just next to her ear. The stairs were bare and quiet. Unused. Daisy was waiting to use every step and fill the house with the rhythmic drumming of her feet.

Eventually her mother exited her bedroom, wearing a green wrapper dress which she normally did in the mornings. She enjoyed doing the house chores in this old fashioned dress.

    "Goodness, your sisters are taking their time aren't they?" Mrs Evans commented tiredly.

    The two of them looking to and from the shared room of Daisy and Lily, to Petunias. Neither of them being able to sense any sort of motion from behind the doors. If there even was any.

    It had been ten minutes and Mr Evans joined them, checking his watch and crossing his brows. "How long does it take for someone to get ready for Christmas morning?"