Ron's TWIN Sister

Christmas

I woke up the next morning with a slight cold breeze breathing onto my face. The window was slightly ajar, allowing me to see the snowflakes falling silently onto the white blanket covering outside. I shivered and shut the window as tight as I could. I looked over at Ginny's bed to see if she was there, which she wasn't. Her bed was neatly made and her pyjamas were folded in a pile beside her pillow. She must have gotten up earlier than me to avoid contact.

I quickly pulled on a t-shirt, jeans and a pair of warm socks before heading downstairs. As I walked through the doorway, the smell of frying bacon hit me.

"Good morning!" said mum chirpily. "Bacon and eggs?"

"Oooo, yes please." I nodded, and she placed down a plate with 3 eggs and seven pieces of bacon. "Eat up." She demanded. "You still look underfed, its giving me bad dreams..."

Wanting to please her, and wanting to fill my hungry belly, I started shovelling the food into my mouth.

"It sugod, innit?" Ron mumbled beside me, his mouth full of eggs and toast.

"Come again?"

Ron swallowed. "It's so good, isn't it?"

I laughed. "Yeah, it actually is. I haven't had bacon like this for years."

Just then, Dad came through the door from outside, holding what looked like a muggle chisel. "I found it, dear! This might work!"

Mum sighed, put down her spatula and put her hands on her hips. "I have told you a hundred times! That silly muggle tool will not make it come off! We will just have to get a new one made!"

"It could work, Molly, you never know! Apparently, it works very well for muggles!"

Mum sighed and shook her head. "But not for us. Also, you do realise that it is a permanent sticking charm?"

Dad deflated a little. "Oh, yes, well then. This is no use then." He looked down at the chisel, then flung it aside and stalked off up the stairs.

I leaned over to Fred, who was finishing his toast on the other side of me. "What are they trying to get off?" I whispered.

"The permanent sticking charm that mum put on the wrapper that your clock hand is wrapped in." he whispered back. Looking at my puzzled face, he continued. "See that clock up there? It tells us where everybody is. Look close enough and you will see all of our faces on the hands, but one of them is covered up, the one beside Ron's. That's yours, but they can't get the cover off it."

"Ohhh, ok." I nodded, and looked up at the battered clock. I saw that Fred's clock hand picture was pulling a face and dancing in a circle. I grinned into my leftover bacon.

"Merlin's beard, it is freezing out there!" George exclaimed as he came through the door from outside, accompanied by a huffy looking Ginny. "The gnomes had icicles hanging off their heads!"

"I set the new record." Said Ginny smugly. Fred looked horrified.

"WHAT?! No way you didn't!"

"Yep!" Ginny said happily. "55 feet."

Fred groaned. "Beaten by a ten year old..." he muttered.

"Cheer up, Fred," said Ron. "You still have the record for being bitten the most." Fred scowled.

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Christmas came fast. I woke up to Ron charging into our room and yelling, "MERRY CHRISTMAS" at the top of his voice, earning him a whack on the head by a pillow thrown by Ginny.