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A/N: Random Christmas stuff. Please review! This chapter is short, but it'll get longer as I come up with a plot (hopefully soon, but of course I don't know what I'm doing yet).
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'Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the house... No, wrong story, although it was definitely the week before Christmas. The Burrow was full of people, and there was barely room to breathe. Crazy? You could say so, but completely chaotic would be a better description.
"Six days and counting," Ginny said, taking a glance at her calendar, which was partially obscured by Luna's idea of holiday decor - a strand of electric tree lights intertwined with a long length of stringed cranberries. Since Luna had basically become part of the family, six months beforehand, Ginny had almost gotten used to odd things like that.
"Perfect," Luna said, perched on a camp bed in the far corner of Ginny's room. "I think we ought to go through with your plan, even though your mum told us we shouldn't. At the very least, we'll have fun."
Ginny's plan, though it sounded devious if simply referred to that way, was really quite harmless. All she wanted to do was get the rest of the family and almost-family to go Christmas caroling, but Molly had put her foot down at the idea of everyone loose in the gated community nearby. The girls, however, thought it was brilliant.
"Yeah, and at the very least, Mum's going to kill me. You'll be fine, of course - you didn't come up with it, and for some odd reason she likes you - but I won't be. But still... It would be a lot of fun. Let's bounce it off the others when they turn up. Maybe Christmas Eve would be a good night to do it - most people are either at a party or having one, so we wouldn't deal with too many people."
"Then we're on, I guess," Luna said as she rose from the bed. "All we've got to do is come up with some Santa hats for everyone and we're set for it."
"You actually want us to wear those things? They're the same color as my hair, and since when did you like doing normal stuff?"
"It's not normal, not what I've got in mind. I'll tweak them a bit, make them original."
"That's going to be interesting."
"It will be."