On Christmas Eve mom, dad, Hugo and I went to the Burrow for dinner. We arrived before dinner so we could hang out with the rest of our family for a while. When I came in the door of the Burrow the first thing I saw was Victoire and Teddy snogging each other's faces off on the couch (how not putrid). But thankfully Victoire and Teddy's snogging ended quickly when Uncle Bill came into the room and attempted to separate them with a broomstick.

The dinner was delicious. We all sat at an oversized table, lengthened with magic no doubt, with an assortment of chairs squashed around it like we do every year. I sat in my usual place which was in between Albus and Hugo.

After dinner, most of the family went outside to play (uggggg) quidditch the first of (ugggg) two matches. I didn't follow them I stayed inside with the remainder of my family who were not quidditch mad. Only a very small number of people. I helped Grandma Molly clean up the mess we had made at dinner and told her all about Hogwarts.

Afterwards, I headed outside to go to see Grandad Arthur who was in his shed. It was freezing outside and lightly snowing. I hugged my cloak close to me as I walked through the snow, praying that it would give me a sudden burst of heat. It was almost pitch black outside by now. I could hear the shouts and cheers of the quidditch match in the distance. I could see Uncle Bill walking around in the dark trying to find Victoire who was more than likely with Teddy. I saw them seek out the back door in the sitting room while everyone was eating dessert and singing carols conducted by Uncle George.

I hurried inside to the shed and was happy to find it was a small bit warmer than outside. I liked Grandad Arthur's shed, it always had something of fascination in it. It had several bookcases hosting various parts from muggle contraptions. There were also several high piles of muggle contraptions on the floor near the end wall.

I looked around and saw no sign of him. I was about to head back to the house when I heard one of the high piles rustle and a Grandad Arthur's voice ask,

"Who is it?"

"It's Rose," I said as I walked over to the pile that rustled.

Grandad Arthur appeared out from behind the high pile with a gear in his hand and oil smeared all over his Christmas jumper.

"Rosie," He exclaimed walking over to his work bench. "Come here, I have something to show you."

I followed him excitedly. But I was disappointed to see he was pointing at a normal muggle rubber duck.

He picked it up and squeaked it.

"I think I have finally found the function of a rubber duck." He said excitedly. "After many years of trying, I think I have finally grasped it."

"How?" I asked bewildered.

And with that, he went off on a long explanation about the function of a rubber duck which was confusing and long. I could barely understand it so I just nodded my head and said yes at points where it seemed appropriate to.

Grandad Arthur then showed me some of his more exciting inventions. Things that were a mash-up of wizarding and muggle objects.

He was showing me the magical enhancements he had made on a muggle toaster that could make the toast fly to you when it was done and it self-buttered while still staying warm that was when I heard the sound of the family coming back from their game of quidditch.

I hear Uncle George's amused voice as he passed by Grandad Arthur's shed.

"Put down the firewhiskey, Ron!"

Grandad Arthur chuckled. "I suppose we better go back to the house, you'll be leaving soon."

As we exited the shed the bottle of firewhiskey dad had thrown on the ground was sneakily trying to be taken by James.

"Leave it alone, James." Grandad Arthur said walking over to take the bottle before James could grab it and hide it in his pocket.

I laughed and headed back towards the Burrow, where mom was trying to round up the family to go home.