Christmas trees are probably one of the top three things that makes this holiday totally rock. For one, decorating it is the best! Molly planned it out amazingly, like she does everything else. Everyone got to take a turn hanging up their favorite ornaments, starting youngest to oldest. As a "family", my mom and I never did anything like this. When my Gran was alive and my cousins came over, we never had a tree...I was never clear why, though. And when I saw everyone else's Christmas trees on the block, I thought the coolest thing of all was stringing popcorn together and wrapping it around the tree. So, that was my one special request this year. The twins offered to help with magic, but I told them it had to be done by hand; the muggle way. They I thought I was going mad, but I shrugged it off. I wanted to string my popcorn.
Three days until Christmas!! The house is beautiful, and my amazingly fantastic family should be arriving any time now; Molly's freaking out. Whenever someone's family comes to visit, everything has to be perfect or else she's failed to show herself as Super Mom...I never understood it.
"Fred-George," she ordered so loud, it made me jump, "remember to grab the girls' trunks when they get here."
"Aye, Aye captain."
"Mrs. Weasley," I semi-whispered behind her. I had been debating whether to warn her about my family or not. I decided it'd be best. "Umm, well, the thing is, I come from a very" I struggled for the rights words, "a very loud and, erm, wild family."
"Yes, yes, don't we all, hun? Now really, I must clean the dining table. Mundungus is such—"
However, what Mundungus is, I never figured out, for before Molly finished speaking two loud, blonde, wild girls that I'm damn proud to call my cousins ran in and tackled me straight to the stone cold ground with hugs and kisses, screaming, "Baby cuz!!" I noticed they each looked, overall, just about the same as when I left them. Shelby had grown some more and now towered over me in her heels, looking me up and down with pale blue eyes. She had the same long legs that she loved to show off oh so much in her short, short shorts. The stick straight blonde hair now swooshed down, almost covering her eyes in the latest side banged fashion. I had always hated her love of following the latest trends.
Bree, on the other hand, had my style approval. She was the edgiest; now standing in her four inch platforms, matching her short black skirt. Her hair was bleached and chopped short with messy layers. But no matter how hard she tried, she could never hide her sweet rosy cheeks and cute button nose.
"So," Shelby grinned ear to ear. "I see our baby has grown into quite the beauty."
I rolled my eyes, hoping I wouldn't have to be the subject of conversation. They both were looking around, interested. Molly took the moment to speak up. "Fred-George, be nice and take these girls' bags up."
Fred and George grinned identically. "Hello ladies."
"May we escort you upstairs?"
Shelby pointed to the doorway where their trunks were as Bree whispered, too loudly, "Oooh, they're cute!"
"So not as cute as the one with the earring, though."
I knew she had to be talking about Bill. "Good luck with that. I've been trying to get me some of that for ever. Plus, he's married," I warned.
"Ou-Chihuahua." They each sighed sympathetically as if I had just stated that he was clinically paralyzed from the waist down. "Married men are always a no-no."
"Yeah," Bree smirked, "but they are the funnest."
I shoveled them upstairs, trailing behind the twins. This is going to be quite the Christmas. They had each promised to behave and go the next five days without hooking up with anyone here; which is really a challenge. They all have somewhere to be for New Years, but at least they're here now.
"Anything else we can do for you ladies?" George oh so politely asked once we reached our room.
"No thanks guys. We'll just unpack a little and be done soon," I smiled, wanting some one on one time with my cousins. They apparated away, failing to hide the feint disappointment on their faces.
Bree was jumping from bed to bed as Shelby lit a smoke and began loading up the wardrobe with clothes. "This place looks like a fucking hotel," Bree sing songed.
"Does that mean we can steal the shampoo and towels?"
Boy, was it great to have them back, huh? "No one's stealing anything, okay? And try not to smoke too much downstairs or else Molly will be sure to bight your head off."
"Sure, no prob." Shelby strutted over to a trunk I hadn't noticed before and a mischievous smirk appeared. Bree plopped down next to her on the floor and smirked just the same. "Ready for your birthday present, Courtney dear?" I nodded, a bit nervous to see what it was. As the lid was pushed off, I gave a little laugh when Bree stated, matter of factly, "Whoever thinks we don't read is sorely mistaken." Puzzled at why my cousins would give me books, accompanied by many clothes, I reached for the nearest book; "50 positions that will blow your mind; and his!", "the 60 minute orgasm", and many, many, more. The clothes to go with were a mix of dirty lingerie and what seemed to me as a stripper's nightly work clothes. "We also were sure to subscribe you to two years worth of Cosmo Girl and, of course, Cosmopolitan."
"Oh my God," I sighed, happily. It was seriously impossible to let them know how much I'd love this present soon enough...and Sirius, I'm sure will too. "Thanks you guys. This is hilarius...and perfect!"
"Thought you'd like it, baby cuz," Shelby smirked.
As if reading my expression like a book, Bree asked playfully, "Anyone special you gonna use this for?"
"It's a secret."
"Oh?" Bree raised her eyebrows, sincerely interested now. "Little Courtney Bueler has a secret lover? Sounds fun..and dirty."
I smiled, turning to start my way back downstairs. "You have no idea."
