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A/N: For the NextGen quote challenge. Please review!

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If there was a word to fit Christmas at the Burrow, it was chaotic. All the children were either in school or finished with it, and between the real family and the not-really-family-but-they-might-as-well-be people, Christmas dinner generally meant forty people in every possible part of the house. A tradition that someone had started ages ago was that, while everyone who was of age set up for the meal, everyone who WASN'T hid in the attic and hung out. This year was no exception, and the teenagers were left to their own devices.

"Did you see that … thing that Aunt Luna brought?" Hugo asked Louis. They were fifteen and almost like twins. "It looked … interesting."

"Define 'interesting'." 12-year-old Lucy said, overhearing their conversation. She was, in the opinion of basically everyone who cared, too much like her dad for her own good.

"Oh God, oh God, we're all gonna die!" that was Lorcan Scamander, also 12 years old. He knew better than anyone else that his mum wasn't so good at cooking, and he'd watched her attempt plum pudding the day before. "It's supposed to be plum pudding, but it doesn't look like it."

"Probably doesn't taste like it either," added Lorcan's twin, Lysander.

"Insanity runs in our family," said Lorcan, attempting to apologize for his brother. "It practically gallops."

A few paces from the boys and Lucy, 15-year-old Lily was attempting to comfort Molly, who was a year younger than her and rather depressed. "I'm everything that I hate," Molly moaned. "I'm barely surviving school, the older cousins still think I'm a baby, and my dad wants me to be like him."

"You don't have to be like your dad," Lily said comfortingly. "Lucy's got that covered all too well. Half my year's butchering at least one subject, and the older cousins are just being protective. Really, Moll, you have nothing to worry about."