Never Is Our Always

A Very Frosty Christmas Eve 6

(Minnie pov) (skipping to Christmas)

"Fred! George! Let's go!" I shouted from downstairs, "god you two are always late for Christmas!"

"Minnie!" They cried, "we're getting there!"

"Uh huh, sure!" I rolled my eyes before sitting on the counter in the shop.

"You sound like our mother-"

"-Yeah, blimey, Minnie," I looked at them as they jog down the stairs.

"I like Christmas," I said sheepishly, "and I miss home."

"You're cute, but we're not as fast as you," George poked my cheek and I screwed my nose up at him.

"Two years," Fred said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Yes it is," I hop off the counter and grabbed my backpack.

"Ready?" George asked.

"Let's go," I fix my glasses and we pulled our wands out to apparate—

CRACK!

The Burrow was in view as we walked towards the house through the snowy reeds.

"Told you to put a jacket on this morning," Fred told me as I fixed my backpack and sighed with a small shiver.

"Your mums house is warm, I'm fine," I told the pair.

"If you get a cold, you sort it out on your own," Fred shrugs, I just roll my eyes and look away from him.

"Mhm." Fred opened the front door as we got to the front of the familiar house and let us in.

"Mum?!" George called as I followed him in with a small 'thank you' to Fred, he smiles as he follows me in and shut the door behind him.

"Oh! Hello boys and Minnie!" Mrs Weasley said, jogging into the room and crushing us all with a very warm welcomed hug.

"Merry Christmas, Mum," George kissed her cheek and hugged her.

"Merry Christmas, Mum!" Fred did the same thing and I smiled.

"Merry Christmas you two," she said with a beaming smile, once Fred let her go, it was my turn, oh boy I loved these warm hugs.

"Merry Christmas!" I hug her tightly back before she let me go and I did the same.

"Meet Christmas my dear!" She smiles at me before cupping my face. "Peaky, but dinner won't be ready yet, your old rooms have been made and cleaned, go put your stuff down!" We nod and then raced up the stairs.

-

"Yeah, well, passing over Fred's left buttock—" I heard as we walked into the kitchen.

"I beg your pardon?" Fred's voice said as the twins entered the kitchen.

"Aaah, George, look at this. They're using knives and everything. Bless them." Fred grins, I just shake my head at him.

"I'll be seventeen in two and a bit months' time," Ron said grumpily, "and then I'll be able to do it by magic!"

"But meanwhile," George said, sitting down at the kitchen table and putting his feet up on it, "we can enjoy watching you demonstrate the correct use of a— whoops-a-daisy!"

"You made me do that!" Ron said angrily, sucking his cut thumb. "You wait, when I'm seventeen—"

"I'm sure you'll dazzle us all with hitherto unsuspected magical skills," Fred yawned.

"And speaking of hitherto unsuspected skills, Ronald," George said, "what is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young lady called— unless our information is faulty— Lavender Brown?"