For the Globetrotter Drabble Competition II (2/20, Mexico City, write about somewhere crowded)

"Ow! Lucy, that's my foot!" Roxanne groans, her elbow jabbing sharply into her cousin's ribs.

"It was an accident!"

Arthur smiles to himself as he watches his granddaughters bicker. The Burrow had always been a little too small for such a large family, and as all his children and grandchildren gather inside the kitchen for his eighty-first birthday, he realizes exactly how little room there is.

"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" Molly whispers in his ear, her hand resting on her husband's elbow.

"Remember when this was enough space?" he chuckles under his breath as Albus struggles to squeeze in between James and Hugo. "Just you, me, and Bill on the way."

Molly laughs, resting her head against his shoulder. "It isn't too late to find a new home, dear."

Arthur shakes his, watching Victoire squirm away from Louis as James knocks Albus into Hugo. "I wouldn't trade this for the world."