"I've been working nights as an apprentice Auror, I can honestly say; Friday is my second favourite F-Word!" said Ron Weasley to his laughing father and Percy.
"Do you have to be so vulgar?" Hermione interrupted," All the kids are here Ron! Lucy is just starting to talk she repeats everything."
"What - I didn't actually say it... " he replied with a grin.
"Yes but now they're bound to wonder."
Their quiet disagreement was cut short by a group of children running through the kichen. There were too many to count. Most were orange haired but there was black, blonde, and even blue in the bunch. As they approached the group of adults in the kitchen they all began to speak loudly at the same time. Hermione managed to decipher the babble; Grandmother Weasley told them to ask for permission before they all went out to play in the snow.
Once they had their collective okays they stampeded out as quickly as they had arrived. The kitchen was too quiet now. After a few moments George broke the silence.
"Butterbeer's all around. I've brought a bottle of Ogden's as well if any is inclined to join me in some holiday drinking." he winked passing butterbeer's to all before taking a mighty swig of whiskey mad passing that around as well.
Everyone began talking animatedly as the alcohol lowered their inhibitions. All family gatherings are stressful but they were always happy to take the time to spend a few days all together at The Burrow.