Yarn
Charlie loved winter evenings. When it got dark early, Mr Weasley lit the fire and the whole family sat together in the living room.
Today Mr Weasley was reading a muggle comic in his armchair and every once in a while Charlie heard him mutter something like "Oh, these muggles." and chuckle under his breath.
Mrs Weasley was knitting jumpers for Christmas, Percy was drawing and the twins played their own version of Exploding Snap. Charlie looked around the room. It was his first winter without Bill and he didn't know who to play with. Maybe this winter wouldn't be as nice as the previous ones.
His mother looked up. "Charlie, dear, would you like to help me?" she asked.
Charlie shrugged.
"Come, sit next to me. You can hold the yarn for me. That makes it easier."
Charlie got up and sat down on the sofa next to his mother.
She smiled and handed him the ball of wool. Then she picked up her knitting again.
In the meantime the twins had got bored of their game and Mrs Weasley sensed that they were getting nervous.
"How about a tale of Beedle the Bard?" she suggested.
Charlie smiled. "Can you tell us the Tale of the Three Brothers?" he asked as it was his favourite.
Mrs Weasley nodded and while the twins sat down at her feet, she began: "There were once three brothers who were travelling along a lonely, winding road at midnight..."
She had put down her knitting and Charlie leaned his head on her shoulder, still holding the yarn between his fingers. He closed his eyes, listening to his mother's voice and thought that this winter would be just as nice as the previous ones.
AN: Thanks to ShinigamiRae for this lovely idea. I hope I did justice to it!