Hello my loves! First chapter of the new year, and I'm ushering it in with a bit of Hugo, one of our favourite awkward redheads of the next-generation. You know… alongside every other awkward redhead of the next gen :L. Hope you enjoy this. As always, reviews are much appreciated. BG.97 xx

Hugo's masterpiece (May 2022)

The brush waltzed across the canvas, like a shooting star, leaving a rainbow of stardust in its wake. He loved experimenting with colour, and that was the focus of his latest piece. The boy bit his lip in concentration and wiped the small bead of sweat from his brow as he cleaned his brush and prepared to add strokes of another colour. Green. A green that glistened like grass on a fresh morning; a green whose grass you would happily envelope yourself in. That was the perfect colour for the base of this painting. As he worked away in the empty Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Hugo Arthur Weasley felt completely at peace with the world. Nothing could pull him away from the serenity that he connected to the ebb and flow of a brush painting a picture. He smiled as he began to add the forms of two people in the centre of his canvas. He hadn't added any details yet, for that would have to be the final part of the process. Painting made him lose all sense of time and he loved that. He came down here to work as soon as his last class of the day finished and had worked right through dinner (Rose had left him a plate in the corner of the room) and was still going now; whatever time it actually was. His eyes never left the canvas, except when he needed to apply more paint to his brush.

It was strange really, how he found his solace in art. As a child, it had always been the science of the world that had fascinated him; Rose had always been the creative one. Yet the first time he picked up a brush, he knew that there was no going back. He guessed that's why he had been put in Ravenclaw. The wit and intelligence he already had, but he needed to dig a bit for his creativity. He knew that he could do this for the rest of his life. However, for the moment he would stick to getting this painting and going to bed; he didn't want to miss class in the morning because he overslept. He stood back from his painting and admired it for a moment. He smiled. Now for the main part.

On the morning of the 7th June, Hermione Weasley was woken up by the sight of Einstein, her son's owl, hovering outside the window with a large package grasped in its claws.

Hermione shook her husband, trying to get him to wake up. "Ron, look! Hugo has sent us something."

"Hugh?" Ron mumbled as he adjusted to the cold morning air as Hermione pulled back the covers and ran to open the window. "It's strange that he specifically told the owl to come to our room and not just put it in the postbox on the balcony." (That had been their way of remaining inconspicuous in their muggle neighbourhood).

Hermione read the small note attached, looked across to her husband and smiled. "It's an anniversary present for us."

Ron shot up, remembering the date. "Happy Anniversary hun."

Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes at her husband's morning demeanour. "Happy anniversary to you too, Ron."

Ron's eyes lit up slowly, "Well, shall we have a look at what our son has sent us then?"

Hermione clambered back into their bed and passed Ron the note.

Dear Mum and Dad,

Happy Anniversary! I hope you like your present, a lot of time and effort went into it.

School is going well. Exams are in few weeks but I'm not too concerned.

Don't worry, Rose is behaving herself. Her prep for OWLs are going well and yes Dad, Scorpius is being good to her- stop freaking out. Her present should be with you soonish too.

Love you,

Hugo. X

"Open together?" Hermione asked, to which Ron nodded.

They each took one side of the packaging and tore it open. Both of their eyes fell onto the contents and they both stopped in wonder.

"Oh wow." Ron uttered. "How did we produce such a talented son?"

He smiled at his wife and leant over to plant a kiss on her lips and put his arm round her as they went back to looking at Hugo's masterpiece.

The painting depicted the big old tree in the meadow at the back of the Burrow and in front of it, a younger Ron and Hermione, dressed up in their wedding garments, holding each other close and dancing. The couple's foreheads rested on each other, and as Hermione looked closer, she noticed that Hugo had even managed to include her freckles and Ron's small scar that sat on his eyebrow. Everything was so real and brought her back to that day 19 years ago. She smiled and a small tear trickled down her cheek.

When the couple came down for breakfast, they immediately hung up Hugo's painting on their kitchen wall. Over the years, many paintings of his came and went but that one… Oh that one. Well that one never came down.

This is so random, and not really relevant to anything but you know- Hugo is creative and works from passion whereas his mother is all logic? I think that was what I was going for? Anyway- I know it's short, but I hope it makes you happy. I will update again soon. I have half term next week, so in between English Literature Coursework, Film Studies Coursework, my Extended Project Report, Work, driving lessons and going to a Q and A with TOM FREAKING HIDDLESTON- I will try and write another chapter. Albus is oblivious in it. BG.97 xx