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'Merry Christmas Rosie!' Grandma Weasley smiled as I stepped into the Burrow living room out of the fireplace.

'Merry Christmas to you too Gran,' I smiled back as she took me in for a solid hug.

The Burrow was decked out in its usual garlands of holly and mistletoe with tinsel and shiny ornaments hanging for all available ledges, banisters and beams. The radio in the background was cheerfully playing God Bless the Merry Hippogriffs and the large Christmas tree dominating a corner of the lounge room glittered prettily as the charmed leaves alternated between green and gold. The familiar warmth of the Burrow had me taking in a deep breath, enjoying the smells of roast and cinnamon wafting in from the kitchen.

'The others are out the back enjoying the snow,' she said with a wink before turning to Hugo who'd appeared in a cloud of smoke and green fire. Brushing the ash off my coat I made my way through the kitchen and stepped out into the garden to find my cousins engaged in the mother of all snowball fights. The girls had set up their fort closest to the kitchen and were in fierce battle with the boys. I hovered at the edge of the playing field until I spotted Aunt Fleur waving to me from her observation point in the safety of the frozen geraniums. Coming over she embraced me with a kiss on the cheek.

'Ah Rozie! Merry Christmas,' she greeted in her thick accent. She smelled like jasmine and the ocean and looked as beautiful as ever in a trench coat and cashmere scarf. Looking at her I knew I'd come to the right person for my own fashion dilemma.

'Merry Christmas Fleur,' I smiled.

'I got your letter!' she said with a wink. 'And I zink I have just ze zing for you! Let's get away from all zis muck and wetness,' she made a face and the snow and took my arm, leading me back inside the house up to Uncle Bill's old room.

'I waz looking through the clothes I had as a girl,' she said as she closed the door behind us, I precariously perched myself on the edge of a Weasley's Wizard Wheezes box that had been stored away here for safe keeping. 'And I came upon zis dress. Ah! It has been too long,' she smiled, pulling a long, silver dress that was encrusted with tiny diamantes that sparkled as it caught the light.

Fleur held it out for me to examine.

'Oh, wow,' I gasped, walking over to run my hand along the soft fabric. Fleur smiled triumphantly.

'It waz ze dress I wore to ze Yule Ball,' she said, taking the dress of the hanger for me to try on. 'I know it is a little old fashioned, but I'm sure I could make some adjustments.' Quickly she turned away so I could change into the magnificent gown.

'What do you think?' I asked once it was on, turning in a small circle for her.

'Ah! You look beautiful Rozie!' she proclaimed, holding her hand to her chest. 'But I zink I could make some improvements,' she winked and pulled out her wand. In just a flick the sleeves had disappeared and the neckline had plunged down into a V. Leaving me to sway back and forth in the A-line cut dress.

'There,' she said smiling, giving her wand a little flourish, 'Much more perfect.'

I turned to face the mirror that had been attached to the inside of the wardrobe and blinked. I looked great, the glittering silver made me look like some ethereal being. I almost didn't recognise myself. I smiled at the mirror and watched as the unrecognisable figure smiled back radiantly.

'Do you like?' Fleur asked.

'Yes! Yes, yes, yes!' I exclaimed happily, wrapping my arms around her. Fleur laughed, hugging me in return.

'I am glad,' she said, turning me back to the mirror, smiling at my reflection. 'Tres magnific! You look like a glamorous 1920 film star,' she gushed, tucking a piece of hair away from my face. 'You should let me cut your hair,' Fleur sighed, curling a piece of it between her fingers.

'Cut it?' I asked curiously. 'What's wrong with it?'

'Nothing, but you would look beautiful. A gorgeous bob with your curlz and cheek bonez, I would if I could pull it off.' She sighed again.

I decided not to mention to Fleur that she could shave her head and still look like a goddess with those vela genes of hers, but instead I gulped nervously as she looked at my reflection with hopeful eyes.

'Okay,' I agreed.

'Really?' she exclaimed happily.

'Yes,' I said with more confidence, sounding bolder than I felt.

'Again it will look tres magnific, I promise' Fleur said, taking her wand out. In a few sharp slices of her wand my once long red hair had fallen in pieces to the floor. Fleur put her hands on my shoulders and smiled into the mirror.

'Zee, beautiful! Much cleaner, you look zo… zo… zophisticated and glamorous.' I stared into the mirror in shock, she was right. I looked older, more mature and glamorous with my thick, loose curls framing my face and exposing my long neck. Very pleased with her work Fleur laughed, seeing my smile.

'You should trust me Rozie! I know what I'm doing!' I laughed along with her, running my hands through my hair. Still wearing the dress I spun across the room, more excited now for Vivian's than I had been. I wasn't going to stick out like a sore thumb; I was going to be beautiful.

'Thank you Fleur,' I said gratefully, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

'Ah! My pleasure. I will leave you to get changed, I must go help your Grandma with ze gravy!'

Smiling giddily I folded the dress carefully and put it on the edge of the bed to retrieve later.

I skipped down the stairs, the drafts through the Burrow feeling cool on my exposed neck as I paused on the landing outside Uncle Charlie's old room where Albus was staying, keen to show off my new hair.

Opening the small wooden framed door the smile quickly fell from my face. Albus sat dejectedly on the edge of the mattress, gloomily pouring over a letter.

'What's the matter?' I asked, quickly taking a seat beside him. Peering over his shoulder I just made out the looped letters Dear Albus before he scrunched the letter into a small ball and tossed it neatly in the fire. 'Who was that from?' I asked again. Albus rose from the bed to face me, angrily pushing his fringe from his face.

'Philipa,' he grunted shortly. 'She's not coming for Christmas anymore.'

'Why?' I asked in surprise. I'd finally been introduced to the mysterious Philipa at Kings Cross Station and as far as I could tell, she'd been giving off serious vibes to my cousin. A bit gross to watch actually, all that eyelash batting.

'Apparently, being with the Chosen One's son was a bit too much for her to deal with,' Albus fumed through clenched teeth. 'Some reporters got wind of it and her mum caught them rummaging through their garbage, and just like that she's had enough.'

'Is that all?' I asked. 'She couldn't take a few snooping reporters?'

'Yeah, it's not what she'd 'signed up for' apparently,' Albus laughed sarcastically. 'I've been dumped by owl on Christmas, how pathetic is that?'

I jumped off the bed and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. 'Ah, it'll be alright Al. We'll find you someone else with more back bone that isn't afraid of a little lime light.' Albus shrugged me off and walked towards the window, where his owl nuzzled his shoulder affectionately from her perch.

'Thanks Rosie,' he said bluntly. 'But I'm just so sick of girls, and guys for that matter, running away at the first sign of our crazy life or else only dating me to boost their own popularity. Or the guys don't want to be out in the open because they're still bloody in the closet.'

'Hey,' I said sympathetically. 'I understand believe me! And there is going to be someone out there for you who will stick around for the right reasons.'

Albus managed a small smile. 'Thanks Rosie,' he said with a little more warmth this time, engulfing me in a hug. Pulling away he had a puzzled look on his face.

'What happened to your hair?' he asked, just now noticing.

'I cut it, you like?' I asked striking an over exaggerated model pose, which got a laugh out of my cousin.

'Yeah looks good,' he nodded his approval. 'I take it it's all a part of Fleur's magical make over before Vivian's birthday?'

I nodded, running a hand through my soft curls, musing about the upcoming celebration when an idea hit me.

'Hey! Would you like to come?' I asked, my eyes lighting up light a Christmas tree.

'I wasn't invited,' Albus frowned.

'That won't be an issue,' I assured him, already knowing Vivian would be more that pleased to have an extra guest at her extravaganza. 'I promise.' Albus still looked doubtful.

'And my parents aren't exactly going to be thrilled about me going to a Slytherin party.'

I rolled my eyes. 'Please, your dad is much more progressive than mine, they can't stand by old stereotypes anymore, especially when they're talking about my house and my friends. In fact they'd be more happy with both of us going, you know, safety in numbers and all that,' I smiled hopefully, Albus contemplated my proposal.

'Well, I guess it's worth a shot right?' he asked, beginning to grin. 'What else am I going to do all winter anyway?'

'That's the spirit!' I said with a cheer, I was looking forward to Vivian's birthday more and more.

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