This was written for Morning Lillies' Forgotten Family Tie's Challenge. It will most likely be a collection of five different scenes dealing with Roxanne and Hugo from a young age to their last years at Hogwarts. Oh, and I love reviews, so pretty please click on that link at the bottom and tell me what you think!
"George, dear, are you sure this is a good idea?" his mother asked, glancing over at the two small children digging through the various boxes in the storeroom. "It ruins the surprise if you let them just pick out their Christmas presents."
George laughed. "Calm down, Mum. They'll get plenty of surprise from the rest of the family and from Santa. He's much better at picking out what they'll enjoy than I am. This way, at least, I know they will like it."
Molly Weasley looked back over at her grandchildren, marveling at just how much they had grown. Hugo looked like a mirror image of Ron when he was younger, except the boy had brown eyes and much curlier hair. And Roxanne looked absolutely adorable in her pink jumper, with ribbons braided through her thick black curls.
"They certainly do grow up fast," George sighed, echoing Molly's very thoughts. "I still can't believe Roxy's five already, and Fred's about to turn eight. He'll be off at Hogwarts before I know it. And James will be joining Teddy, Victoria, Dom and Molly in another year."
"I feel like just the other day you and Fred were threatening to send Ginny a toilette seat from Hogwarts," Molly teased.
George laughed. "We never actually did that, did we? I suppose I'll have to make sure one of the boys takes care of that."
Molly whacked her son's arm playfully, but they were both smiling. However, their happy moment was interrupted when Roxanne let out a shriek and Hugo started yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Give them back, Roxy," he shouted. "I saw them first!"
"No you didn't!" she cried. "They're mine. I saw them first!"
George sighed and turned around to see the two young children rolling around on the ground, a pair of fluffy pink slippers in between their hands.
"Kids, stop it!" the man shouted, taking a few steps closer and prying the slippers from their grasp. They were a pair of pink slippers that would change from one animal shape to another depending on the wearer's preference that day. It was an item that he and Ron had developed together, but after a week of complex spellwork for one pair, the boys felt it was too much of a hassle to make, and had opted for a different product. "Stop fighting!"
"But Daddy," the young girl whined, looking up at her father with big brown eyes. "I saw them first."
"No she didn't!" Hugo protested, his face flushing in the same fashion as the majority of the Weasley clan.
"If you two can't come to an agreement, neither one of you are going to get them," George said sternly. "Fighting is never the answer. Work it out nicely."
Hugo glared at his uncle. "But that's not fair! I saw them first! And you're just going to give them to her!"
"Hugo," George began, "that's not what I said. I want you and Roxanne to decide, together, who is going to get the slippers for Christmas. The one who doesn't get them can pick something else. But you two have to decide together."
"I want them," Roxanne stated, looking at Hugo expectantly.
"I'm older," Hugo argued. "So I should get them."
"But I'm cuter. They'd look better on me. Pink's a girl's color."
Hugo scowled. "No it's not! Uncle Harry wears pink, and he's a boy!"
George groaned as the two children began yelling at each other again. Was it really that hard for them to get along?
"Alright. You've left me with no choice," he said, getting their attention. Handing one of the slippers to each of the children, he said. "You have to share now. One slipper for each of you. Merry Christmas."
Neither of the children looked very happy at this arrangement, but they said nothing, choosing instead to retreat to their respective corners of the storeroom and play with some of the toys they had brought with them for a day at the shop with their Daddies.
Molly smiled at her son. "That was nicely handled George."
"Thanks, Mum," the boy said. "Who would have thought that a pair of pink slippers could cause so much trouble."