The Fox And Her Troublemakers

I Don't Have 'Happy' Christmases

Cécile's P.O.V.

Christmas at the Weasleys' was definitely interesting. They were a family of about fifty, and that was just the immediate family. I had so far shaken hands with 60% of them, and I remembered about ten names, nine of them being the Weasleys I had already met.

I even had my very own 'Weasley jumper' as everyone calls them. Apparently, Molly knits a jumper for every Weasley child every year. Nothing could explain how welcome that made me feel. Maria had fucked off to God knows where, and I had no problem whatsoever with that fact.

The only other name, besides the Weasley children I had met already, I could remember was Lana. That was probably mostly due to the fact that she reminded me a lot of Mikayla. She was standing quietly in the corner avoiding socializing with people, which was exactly what Mikayla used to do in these situations.

Not that Mikayla got to attend a lot of these things. She only got five years of life. I took a deep breath, no. I'm not going to think about that right now.

I decided I was done socializing for now, and went to see if Mrs. Weasley needed any help in the kitchen. When I walked in, I seen her bustling around the kitchen with a ridiculous amount of speed and decided that yes, she needed a lot of help.

"Molly, do you need any help?" I asked her. I had taken to calling her that after she reminded me fifty times throughout the course of a week to 'just call me Molly, Dear.' She jumped, slightly startled at my voice, but calmed down quickly.

"Cécile, you can't do magic outside of school, dear. Don't worry about it," she said, waving her hand.

"Molly, I live with muggles. I can help in the muggle way, and it won't be a problem. And from what I can tell, you really need the help."

She sighed in relief, "I really do. I would love some help."

"Alright. What do you need me to do?"

"Um, the potatoes still need to be peeled, cut, and boiled, the meat needs to be checked and the pies still need to be cooked."

I nodded, heading for the huge bag of potatoes. I grabbed a knife quickly from the silverware drawer, and got a plastic bag to put the peels in. I peeled and cut the potatoes fairly quickly, putting them all in the pot, which was about the height of my waist, and boiling them. After that was finished, I seen where the pies were sitting, and put them in the oven. The meat was cooking in pots at the other side of the kitchen, so I walked over, checking to see if they were all cooked.

It turns out that apparently Mrs. Weasley feels the need to cook everyone's favourite, because when I got over there, I seen ham, pork, beef, bacon, and about five other types of meat, probably wizard ones , all sitting in a row. I checked all the ones I knew first, seeing that they were all close to being done. I also checked the magical ones, hoping that checking it the same way muggles check their's would work.

After that, I was about to leave the kitchen and let Mrs. Weasley finish her meal, but I seen a huge stack of dishes that her spell was failing to keep up with. I decided it wouldn't be too big of a mess to help clean up, and went to help.

I was in the middle washing a plate when there was a sudden voice behind me. "Uhm, Cécile, what are you doing?" I turned around to see Ginny standing there, a confused look on her face.

"I'm doing dishes, but the muggle way." She looked at me in astonishment.

"Can you teach me?" She asked a minute later, eagerly.

"Uh, sure," I said, "here, I'll teach you."

I grabbed another cloth from the drawer, and handed it to her. "Ok, so wizards use cloths, right?"