Wrappings

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by baldorangemeh

by baldorangemeh

Eleven months ago,

Wrappings

"Need some help?" I knocked on the side of the fireplace lightly in the Burrow's living room. I instantly regret it as it made no noise and just left a nasty scrape on my left knuckles.

Mrs. Weasley stood over a coffee table frantically covering brown boxes with wrapping paper. She had three boxes done, with at least six more to go. The finished boxes were thrown on the orange armchair, I stood next too.

The low ceilings and crowded home was so comforting, there wasn't a wall without a single picture on it, the wall on my right happened to have Ron's hand turkey from a couple of years ago, cute. The house had Christmas garlands everywhere, lit either red or green for Christmas. It was so cozy and comforting, it really felt like home.

"Of course dear! I always love a little company" Said Mrs. Weasley, tape all over her hands, working frantically. She looked up at me for a second with that sweet sweet smile of hers, I know she was so stressed about the holidays, but was so good at hiding it.

I nodded and picked up the next brown box in need of wrapping, and started working.

"You know," She started throwing the next box onto the armchair. "You could always go outside to play, you don't have to hang out with me. I got it covered sweetheart."

I glanced outside, where Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George were all playing quidditch, well quidditch with a homemade hoop. They each had their brooms, Ron(the keeper for Fred and Ginny) was at least twenty feet away from George(The keeper for Harry and Hermione). It wasn't real quidditch but still as comforting. They laughed at Percy who was trying to referee, and laughed at Hermione who couldn't even fly a broom too well. It was a really unfair advantage for Ron, Fred and Ginny, because they are all on the quidditch team, They had a keeper, a seeker, and a beater who all were on the Gryffindor team. Then George, Harry and Hermione, well Hermione can't spell, she doesn't have much hand-eye coordination. And Fred was a better beater than George, and Harry... well Harry gets easily ticked off. I could hear him yelling at Hermione already.

"Quidditch," I said hesitantly with the wrapping paper. "It's not really my thing...

I'm not one for sports." I laughed nervously with Mrs. Weasley.

"That's alright, I get it." She said sympathetically, "To be honest, I wasn't much of a quidditch player myself, nor was Arthur. I don't know where the kids got that skill from" She shrugged playfully.

I smiled at Mrs. Wealsy, she was so pure and such a lovable person. I looked up to her(Though I only knew here a couple of days), I had so much respect for that little lady.

"So," Mrs. Wealsy elbowed me, lightly. "Tell me about you, your family..."

"Oh..." I looked down not really wanting to start that conversation, I knew she didn't know anything and was just curious and didn't know that was a sensitive subject. But I didn't want to lie to her, she's been so honest to me, it only seemed fair I did it back. "Um, well they do business. And are quite... busy. Don't have much time for me." My hands were shaking as all the memories I had with my parents came back. What I said was partially true, I didn't lie. But I didn't tell her the details.

"Both your parents working?" She asked, again with a sweet tone.

"Yeah, I'm not too close with them." That wasn't a lie either.

"What do they do for work?" Mrs. Weasley was still busy with her hands, paper flew across the sweater with a letter R on it.

"They... they do business. I'm not one-hundred percent sure." Lie, my parents don't do business, if anything they destroy businesses.

"Well, that's alright, I'm sure they are trying their best. If you have no where to stay, you are always welcome here." She grinned at me again.

I couldn't help but smile back, At Least one adult wanted me around.