𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

christmas at the burrow

"Guys look! We're here!" Fred yells, pointing out the window to the large crowd of parents waiting outside.

You take a deep breath and continue to nervously play with your fingers, fixing your eyes out the window to observe the train station. It was Christmas break and you were on the train ride back from Hogwarts with Fred and George. Your boyfriend, George, had invited you to spend Christmas with his family this year since your parents would be out of town all break, and you were terribly nervous, knowing this would be your first time meeting George's family.
Everyone else in the compartment had risen out of their seats and started to gather their things, but you were still sat down, shaking with anxiety.

"Hello? Y/n let's go, we're here", George says, waving a hand in front of your face to break your stare out the window.

"Oh right, sorry", you reply, finally standing up to grab your bags.

"Hey, are you alright love?" George asks with a worried expression, grabbing your arm as he notices you shakily putting your bag over your shoulder.

"Yeah I'm alright, just nervous that's all", you answer with a smile of reassurance.

"There's no need to be nervous darling,
my family will absolutely adore you", he says, letting go of your arm and walking out of the compartment, "now let's get off before the train drives away".

You grab all your bags and follow him through the train hallway and out to the station, now sweating as you see George's family standing together in the distance. You both walk up to them and he grabs your hand, gently smiling at you for support. Almost immediately, you feel a warm body wrap you up in a somewhat aggressively tight hug.

"Oh I'm so glad to finally meet you y/n! I've heard so many good things!" The voice says, and you assume it must be George's mum, "I'm Molly, George's mother". She exclaims with a toothy smile, now pulling away from the hug and cupping your face with both hands, "Oh my goodness look at you, she's absolutely stunning Georgie".

"It's lovely to meet you Molly, and thank you so much for letting me stay with you for the holidays", you reply with a laugh, your nervousness slightly fading away from the warm welcome.

"Oh of course sweetheart, you are welcome anytime!" She says, motioning for Fred and George to help carry your bags.

They both roll their eyes and let out a huff, grabbing your bags, as you slightly giggle at their annoyance.

"And I'm Arthur, George's dad", a tall, plump, red headed man says, reaching out his hand to you, "pleasure to meet you y/n".

You shake his hand and reply, "It's great to meet you, Mr. Weasley".

After everyone says their hellos, you all gather your things and walk out to the parking lot, where you come up to a small, blue car. Arthur takes a pair of keys out of his pocket and unlocks the car, opening the trunk for everyone to put their stuff in. You look around to the eight people gathered around the vehicle, wondering how in the world all of you will fit in the small car. But before you know it, Arthur pulls his wand out of his coat and casts a spell over the car, causing it to magically grow in size, big enough for all eight of you to sit and store your luggage. Your jaw practically drops in amazement as you stare at the grown car. George notices and lets out a laugh, grabbing your bags and throwing them in the trunk for you.

~ time skip ~

After the slightly long car ride, you finally arrive to your destination. You look out the window to see a very tall, skinny house that seemed to have many stories. Around the house, there were lots of tall, snow covered trees and bushes in the yard, and chickens running about. Surrounding the house was a big field with tall grass and now dead corn. Everyone piles out of the car, grabs their bags and heads inside. Once you walk through the door, you freeze in place, absolutely amazed by the sight in front of you. The house was packed with random knickknacks, which gave it a very homey feel. All the furniture seemed to be worn in, with patches of different fabrics and warm colors of red and brown. In the kitchen, there were dishes in the sink, magically washing themselves, and in the living room, there was a scrap of fabric that seemed to be magically knitting itself. All through out the house, things were flying around in the air, like the duster, sweeping over the tables in the living room.