A\N: I do not own the Weasley family.
The Golden Snitch advent challenge
2: (object) hot cocoa/ hot chocolate
Beauxbatons, Barbegazi
Ginny shivered slipping into the Burrow. Her nose was red enough to match her hair.
"Ginny! There you are! Mum's been looking everywhere for you!" George exclaimed. He turned to call their mother.
"Shhh," Ginny hissed. "Don't let her know I'm back inside."
"Where have you been little sister?" Fred asked appearing behind her. "Outside, in the cold and snow. You need some cocoa."
"Good idea, Gred, let's all have cocoa and find out what our baby sister has been up to." George agreed opening a cabinet. He pulled out some cocoa powder, looked at it.
"Is this right?"
"I think so, shh, don't be so loud. I think mum uses milk."
"Right! Milk!" Ginny opened the fridge, looked up. The milk was on the very top shelf. At eight, she was too young to reach it. Glancing around she grabbed a kitchen chair and pulled it over to the fridge. She climbed on it, and by standing on her very tip toes, wrapped her fingers around the glass bottle of milk.
"Got it," she called spinning on the chair. Her boots, still wet from the snow, slipped causing her to fall backwards.
"Ginny!" Fred screamed running over and catching his sister before she hit the floor. "I gotcha." Ginny smiled holding up the milk. Even as she'd fallen, her small fingers held it with a death grip.
"Nice grip," George whistled. He took the milk from her, poured it in three mugs, added some cocoa powder and took a sip.
"Well?"
"Needs sugar." Once half the sugar bowl had been emptied into the mugs, George took another sip.
"Hmm, something's missing."
"Heat? I think it's called hot cocoa, not chocolate milk," Fred stated. "Think I can do a warming charm?"
"No."
"Can so! Watch." Fred pulled out his wand and waved it saying some words. Ginny watched eagerly. This was the twins first year at Hogwarts and she couldn't wait until it was her turn. Steam started rising from the cups.
"Yay!" Ginny screamed jumping up and down. Fred smile and spun losing control of his wand. Flames burst out across the table.
"Fred Weasley! What are you doing!" Ginny scrambled under the burning table as their mother ran into room. She put out the fire and glared at the twins.
"I was just making hot chocolate," Fred stated.
"You are supposed to be looking for Ginny!"
"She's under the table, asleep," George replied kicking the leg of the table. Ginny crawled out pretending to yawn.
"See, she's fine. We were just playing hide and seek." The mother nodded turning to leave the room.
"Why are there three mugs on the table?" she suddenly asked. "And why is the chair in front of the fridge." Ginny, Fred, and George all looked around the kitchen trying not to look guilty.
"Charlie! It was his idea to make hot cocoa. He ran off when the table caught fire."
"I will be having a word with your brother, now drink your cocoa, no reason to waste it, Ginny, you can have Charlie's. After you've finished. Clean up this mess!"
"Yes mum."