It was a beautiful Christmas morning when Ginny Weasley awoke in her bedroom. She gazed out of her bedroom window. Snow was falling gently onto the ground outside, leaving a soft white layer over the garden. She sat up on her bed and opened her window. A cool wisp of air blew through the gap, feeling cool and crisp against her face. She stretched a hand outside, letting the tiny snowflakes fall onto the knitted fabric of the sweater she had slept in the night before.
The garden was a magical sight. The neatly trimmed bushes had lost their leaves in the autumn. They were what appeared to be a bundle of bare brown branches sitting on the ground. Now, there were flakes of snow clinging onto the bare branches. Although her father had swept the garden of dead leaves a few days ago, a few stray ones still lay in a small heap, fluttering a little in the slight breeze.
Ginny had many Christmases at the Burrow. She was used to waking up and seeing the garden outside coated in a sheet of white deposit from the skies above in just a night. However, this Christmas was different. It was special. This Christmas was the last Christmas she'd be spending at home before going to Hogwarts.
In all her ten years, her older brothers had come home for the holidays with marvellous stories to tell, especially Fred and George, who never seemed to run out of tales of their pranks and tricks. Hogwarts sounded like a wonderful place to Ginny – full of adventure, mystery and new things to discover and learn. She knew much about the castle from the accounts of her six brothers. She longed for the day that she could go up to Hogwarts and be a student there just like them.
Every Christmas, if her brothers were home, they would tell her about how marvellous the great hall would look with its twelve Christmas trees and holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls. They would tell her about the Christmas feasts they had and the fun times they had during the holidays there…
Ginny let her mind wander, wondering what it was like to be at Hogwarts during the holidays. Would it be as good, or even better, than the Christmases at home? She wondered what presents she would get from her friends. What would it be like, opening a parcel from home in school on Christmas day? Would it be any different? She stared out of her window, thinking… It was a fine sunny day despite it snowing. Perhaps later she could practise her flying in the yard… She wondered what she'd find in her presents under the tree downstairs...
A wonderful smell came wafting through the door that was slightly ajar. That marvellous aroma was what Ginny looked forward to most in every Christmas. It was the smell of her mother's Christmas breakfast. She snapped out of her daydream, got off her bed and went downstairs. A marvellous spread lay on the table. Bacon and eggs and honey baked ham. There was her mother's Christmas pudding and Christmas cake. Fat juicy sausages and pancakes with maple syrup. She felt her stomach give an involuntary rumble.
Christmas was such a special day.
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A/N: This is a very short, rather descriptive (and rather pointless) fic. But I was feeling sort of all inspired by the coming Christmas back when I wrote it. I didn't really like it actually. Found it rather odd as the ending was kind of abrupt. And I couldn't bring myself to write anymore when I reached that last line. I wanted to abandon this. But then I just took another look at it today and decided, well, why not just post it up? No harm done anyway. :)
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