We're the Weasleys || Weasley Next Gen

Chapter 33- Ophelia's POV

"Okay guys, I know you're tired but I need dirty clothes in hampers and butts at the dining table for breakfast please!" Mum says as we walk back into our flat after Christmas at the burrow.

"What if we're not hungry? Can't we just go to bed?" I groan. After Christmas dinner, last night is when the real party begins. Loud music, parents drinking absurd amounts of butterbeer, louder music, dancing. Then a big custom fireworks show put on by mum and dad. They make these massive firecrackers that take shape of everyone in the family, displaying memories from the past year. It's super cute and horribly loud. I absolutely love it. Louis and Fred actually played W.A.P by Cardi B and managed to get Dad and Uncle Charlie to do the dance with them. I don't think that's a sight I'll ever be able to unsee.

"No one's going to bed quite yet. Your Dad and I have a few presents of our own to give you. Head off now. Laundry in hampers and hampers in the basement before anything else!"

I go into my room and pull out my dirty clothes from my trunk along with all the clothes I've just been shoving under my bed and forgetting about. Freddie and I run into each other on the stairs heading down to the basement.

"Watch where you're going." He snaps. He pushes past me, purposely knocking his shoulder into mine. That's the most he's said to me since he said sorry for fighting in front of me. I watch him walk down the stairs for a bit before I follow him. I'd rather not give him another reason to be mad at me.

I thought it would have blown over by now. Yes, it's only been a day, but Freddie's got a short term memory and he's never treated me like this after an argument before. He throws his hamper down on the floor in front of the washing machine before walking past me, knocking his shoulder into me again.

"That wasn't very nice of him," Theo says, fumbling down the stairs with his big bag of laundry.

I shrug, "Yeah well, I wasn't very nice to him either."

"No, you really weren't." He says. He goes over and places his laundry down beside mine and Freddie's and looks at me. "I don't like it when you're mean."

"I'm sorry." Is all I can manage to say. It feels like my entire family is against me right now. Even Dad is mad. He hasn't said anything but I can feel it when I walk into a room that he's in.

"You know what would be better than saying you're sorry?" Theo says. He pulls the sleeves of his pale yellow sweater that Nan just made for him over his hands and bunches up the extra fabric in his fists. When I don't answer, he keeps talking, "You could just stop being mean. It's not that hard. I'm not mean."

I smile, "You're a little mean."

Theo scrunches up his eyebrows and looks at me hard which only makes me laugh more, "Come on, I want my Christmas present." He says to me before walking back up the stairs.

Mums managed to already have pancakes, eggs, and bacon ready by the time that Theo and I make it to the table. Now normally, I sit beside Freddie at the table, that's how it's always worked, but instead, I sit on the other side of the round table squished into the back corner right by the big bay window that looks over Diagon Alley, the furthest possible seat.

"Can we have our presents now?" Annie sings as she walks into the kitchen.

Dad scoops her up in his arms and spins her around which makes her laugh, I remember when he used to do that with me when I was little. Back when he didn't hate me. "Breakfast first young miss. We don't need you wasting away." Dad plops her down in the chair beside Freddie and goes over to mum. He wraps his arms around her waist as she puts the pancakes on a serving plate and rests his chin on her shoulder.